I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. It was stupid, caring that much about someone I didn't know. But didn't I know her? She always nestled in the back corner of the bus, legs tucked into her chest as those green eyes focused on the soft pastels of the rising sun in wonder. Those striking eyes that sent a jolt through my body every time they connected with mine. Those tired eyes that drooped to the comforting lull of the bus. Those pleading eyes that asked for someone, anyone to help her stay afloat. Those disappointed eyes that knew I would never pluck up the courage to approach her.
It's been months since you disappeared. I can't seem to rid myself of thoughts of you, thoughts of how you're doing. If you noticed me the way I noticed you, you know where to find me. Maybe this time, it won't be a missed connection.
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Missed Connection
RomanceA series of unrelated encounters in which two people make a connection, but are too shy or otherwise unable to exchange information