Next Stop

   “Argh, tomorrow I have to do my part-time job again,” as I said quietly with frustration.

   The train kept on moving and moving. Some people were reading the newspaper, some were with their loved ones, while others slept until they’ve reached the station. But all I did was look at my reflection. Every light in the tunnel hit my face, every second the wheels of the train rattled, and yet there was I. With a face that was full of tiredness, frustration, and sadness. 

   It’s now Valentine's day and today the snow started to hiss as the first sign of spring started to appear. Everywhere I see now are couples there, couples here, and I’m just all alone here. Anywhere I go, I see people who have someone they can lose. 

   Just seeing these people makes me frustrated. Not because they are doing anything to me physically, but something that they don’t even know affects me. Seeing these people overall makes me have envy in my mind. Like how are these people happy and spending with someone they love, while I’m here to be left like dust. 

   Since it’s Valentine’s day it is way worse because everybody’s falling in love and I’m falling behind. These people just stroll around without a care in the world. Do they even know how this feels?

   As every moment passes like light. I’m just getting older. Even though I'm getting older, I’ve never had a shoulder to cry on, a heart to call mine, or someone I could bear to lose.

   But there right in front of me, was a beautiful stranger. That stranger though didn’t have someone right beside him. The beautiful stranger looked up at me, his red scarf with his beautiful hair immediately stood out. As he looked at me he smiled that calmed my heart. I didn't want to be rude so I smiled back. 

   That moment when he smiled at me, everything around me felt empty but him. Is he the one that my string is connected to? Could he be that someone who I was searching for? Could it be love that I felt towards him? Was it something that I had envied for so long? My heartbeat was never this loud in my life. I never thought I would ever feel that towards someone.

   Should I approach him and tell him my name? Maybe we could exchange a few words after that. I could try to stay in contact with him after the stop.

   Before the moments gone, before the bell for my stop rings. Do I dare to stand up and do all of that? Is my thoughts even possible?

   “Come on,” My knees twitched. My fingers tightened on the pole.

  But before I could stand up and approach the beautiful stranger, the bell rang. The door opened and I came to my stop. Before I could see the door close, I looked at my beautiful stranger one last time. The doors closed. His smile stayed with me. And I wondered if I actually approached him and asked. Would things be different? Maybe a moment that came out of a fairytale would’ve occurred.

But my beautiful stranger will have to remain a stranger until I see him again.