02/09/2025
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How fortunate I was to share a long bus ride with you tonight, yet not fortunate enough to take the empty seat beside you.
I have always favored the seat by the window, where the world unravels in fragments of passing lives. Along the highway, stories unfold in countless ways.
Some journey toward destinations long planned with family or friends. Others hurry home, weary from a day that has taken too much. A few rush to catch a flight, to arrive just in time for an appointment, or perhaps to save a life.
And here I am, pausing for a minute or two, wondering whether I should be brave enough to take the seat beside you or choose one farther away so you would not see the blood rush to my cheeks. In the end, I take a few more steps and settle into the seat behind yours. Close enough, yet still distant.
I only wanted to go home after a long day, yet as I sat down, I wished the ride would linger a little longer, if only to stay near you. The red lights felt like blessings, slowing the night so everyone could pause โ to breathe, to check a message, to watch cars slip past on the other side, or simply to drift into thought.
And in that hush, I wondered why I was here, taking the seat from behind. Why could I not find the courage to say hello, to let a few words fall between us, to ask if I could share the seat beside you, even for a moment?
If I had been braver, I would have given in to the gentle pull of my heart. I would have shared a song from my playlist, laughed with you as your stories unfolded, and listened more closely to your voice as it spoke of wanting to go home, yet quietly missing the day as it passed.
If I had been braver, I would have spoken without restraint. Perhaps you would have thought me daring for the words I was unsure I meant, yet I would have offered them with honesty. You might have asked me questions, and I would have answered without fear. And when the night grew heavier, perhaps your head would have found its way to my shoulder.
If I had been braver, I would not have settled for the reflection of your face in the glass beside us. I would have looked at you fully, memorizing every line and every beautiful curve as though they were the last I would ever see.
If only I had been braver, I would not be left wondering about the next bus ride we might share, and whether, by then, I would finally take the seat beside you.
โSinderela
Art by Marklevy Ongayo