We met on a train

I was standing, he was sitting comfortably

“Rude,” I said to myself because an old woman was standing close to him

our eyes met and I rolled them away

“What good does a cute boy do if he isn't compassionate”

We met at a stop, and he stood up and limped out of the train.

I was embarrassed, “what could have happened to his Leg,” I thought

next couple of days on the train

I hoped I’d see him again

I hoped he got better

I hoped he would walk well again

A year had gone by,

I just quit my most horrible job yet

the train was scanty

I got onto the train and sobbed quietly, it had been a rough day for me

In the middle of my well-deserved

tears

my eyes caught a pretty pair of shoes

I looked up and saw him

his hair was longer, he had less acne from the last time I saw him, he had his earphones plugged in and he stumped his feet in the tempo of the song he was listening to

my heart leaped

I only hoped his stop would come soon and I’d see if his leg got better

I stared, he looked cuter

he looked… good.

something was worth smiling for after a long week

I smiled to myself and he caught me

we held eye contact for a couple of seconds

I chickened out..who said he could be that confident

he smirked, I smiled

I waved, and he said hello

“Peter” he whispered

“Emma”

“Hi Emma,” he said

the train stopped

it was his stop

“bye Peter,” I said