a while ago when i lived in the middle east i met a really beautiful english girl called Z and we got on well, but nothing happened at that time

about 6 months after i moved back to england i was waiting for a bus near clapham, just by the wandsworth bridge and a bus pulled in (not my bus). i thought i saw her sitting on the bus and i’d been thinking about her on and off ever since i’d last seen her, wondering what could have happened. just as the bus was pulling away she clocked me standing there and jumped up to the window, mouthing my name

but it was too late

erk