There are times, like today, where I wish I had you there to complain with me about the delayed schedule. I wish you were there with me the day the bus broke down halfway home and I had to stand for half an hour on another bus whose seats were filled with passengers.
I will always remember our side-eyed glances and acknowledging smiles when we would be separated by the length of an eager line of commuters; you always at the front and I always at the very end. I will always cherish you're constant questioning over the benefits of getting a monthly bus pass verses the ten-trip ticket books and how I told you I didn't know. But you always asked me every time and I always shrugged my shoulders in indifference.
You played hard to get, never sitting in the same aisle as me, but always diagonally one row in front or behind me. Flirting I assumed, but my immaturely boyish wayz always seemed to get in the way of making a move. Remember that time I honked my horn at you as I was pulling out of the Kendall Park Roller Rink parking lot? I do. You were startled, but laughed when you saw it was me. And you waved.
I hope you are doing well and hope even more that I see you again sometime soon. I never caught your name, but it doesn't matter. You will always be my 419 Girl. Love you alwayz.
- your 419 boyfriend
I will wait for you, always.