Rainy Nights and Smiling Eyes

The rain felt good as I opened the window. As I put my hand out and felt the drops fall, I felt as though I was dreaming. I hadn't felt this good in ages. You know? That dreamy feeling right at the centre of your heart when your throat goes all dry and you feel like as if you're floating and sinking at the same time? When you have butterflies in your stomach but they're a good sort, the sort that makes you want to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling. The feeling of his eyes on you and every action of yours. I smiled at the soft pitter patter of the raindrops on my hand. Everyone else must have thought I was mad. They had all closed their windows and were sitting tightly bound to their seats. I felt sorry for them. All of them. Even him. As I leaned back in my seat with my hand still out the window, I couldn't think of any other place I'd rather be than in this bus. The bus turned a corner and I stole a look at him from the corner of my eye and giggled when I saw he had opened his window too. And was looking outside like as if he had never seen rain before. God. He was cute.
How Iwished then I was inside a movie. 'Jab We Met' or 'Before Sunrise' or at least that I was born in the US and had no inhibitions or qualms about 'what people would think of me'. But most of all I just wished I had the guts to just go and talk to him without the innate all-pervading fear of rejection.
'Hey. The guy behind me was talking on his phone too loudly. I cant sit there another minute..'
'Hey, I've decided to make at least one new friend on every trip I make, this year. Can I sit here?'
'Hey. I'm bored. I know you are too. I saw you playing games on your phone. What if we have one of those long interesting conversations - the stuff of books and movies? Game?'
'Hey. You're cute. I like you. Wanna make phrendship with me?'

Jeez. I shuddered when I considered the desperate depths to which I have fallen. But he was oh. so. c. u. t. e. And we had not one moment but five separate eye-meets-eye magical moments. HE was never going to make a move. He was probably afraid of a slap. I wasn't afraid of a slap. I don't know what I was afraid of. It felt like all my muscles had frozen and the only ones that could move were on my face. I couldn't stop smiling!
And just as I finally summoned the guts to get up and plonk myself next to the empty seat next to him... Guess what happened? Some idiot of an uncle comes and sits himself down right there. Thank god I hadn't actually gotten up. The prospect of spending the rest of the night imagining conversations with a stranger who I was not ever likely to see again or speak to ever - Daunting.
But I did. Imagine, I mean.

And do you know what happened in the morning? When we reached our destination, he was still asleep. So I prodded him awake. And he said thank you. You would have thought I would have said something then. I didn't. I was in too much of a hurry to get out. Well? What do you expect? A twelve hour journey with no good bathrooms on the way and you expect me to linger and socialize? I needed to pee, for god's sakes!!! I left him looking around bewildered. I think he was looking for me.
Sigh. (and still smiling.)

Oh you cute, hot, large-handed, broad hunk of perfection.. I hope we bump into each other somewhere somehow. Then I can call it fate. And I WILL get your number, I promise... ;)