We meet at the bus stop. For the second time. The third time. The fourth time. Then we forget why which time it is. Just that we are running into each other.
At some point, we start taking it for granted this fate. This fate that somehow always leads us to walk to the bus shelter at the same time. The same time to take the bus just five stops. I get off the stop before you, but sometimes you come out with me.
Is this a coincidence? Something is telling me something.
I don\’t try hard nowadays. One says I am afraid and fearful. I am feeling practical, but I can\’t deny my own thoughts and emotions.
I thought about you today if I would see you waiting in the bus stop, struggling to stay warm in the winter cold. I waved goodbye to Sam and Carl at that intersection. Laughing as I ambled to the bus stop. I wondered if I would see you as I peeked in. And then, there you were again. At least once a week.
I don\’t joke with fate, mostly because I wouldn\’t believe it. But if I run into you all the time now, how can it just be coincidence?