Jeepney

I see you a lot everyday. With your distinct aura and piercing eyes matched with those perfect lips, stealing those looks from you were priceless.

My toes would tickle each other as I try to control myself from fidgeting too much, like hormonal highschool teenagers giggling as I see your face smile by the horizon. The plastic window shades flutter as the southern wind scratches its gentle fingers while your hair dances with her grace, I always wondered what your name was or If you ever had a thing for me.

It would always last for thirty minutes. Sometimes faster and sometimes even longer. You were like chocolate, too much would make me sick and getting in just the right amount would give me that rush of endorphans enough to make my day. Sex in your mouth is how my friends would call it, they were right. You were like sex in my mouth.

Sometimes, you give me signs. Sometimes, you just stare right through me as if I were nothing. I composed myself everytime I had a chance to sit right next to you. I gave that much effort to show you my grace-you on otherhand, was effortless as a swan. Sweaty or not, looking fabulous was something I was not built for.

Have you ever thought the way I do? How I fantasized about holding your hand as we both ride our favorite jeepney? Me and you, talking like lovers? It was just all too good to be true, but you always ran off without me as soon as our litle love story ends.

You always had a different mask on. Sometimes you looked like double my age, and on usual occasions, you were just around my age. You wore different clothes. You had glasses on when the sun's just too bright and nifty bright clothes to match our perfect day together. Even it was just your usual thirty minute ride before school, I wouldn't trade it for anything else-even for a brand new car.

How I just wish that in the end of the day, you would come up right to me and ask for my name. Though I do get more than what I bargained for when you touch my legs while you leave me with your usual stop. I never wished for something better than that....

How I just wish I was your usual commuter. Walking like nothing else in the world's bothering me, always leaving blank stares and fake smiles while my pale hands reach and let go for money. Don't you just wish everything in life could be that simple? You let go, you reach out.

Maybe someday. Someday...I'll have the courage. I'll have that courage to run up to you and ask for your name. I'm sick of the suspended animation while I stare and wonder how perfect our life would be if we were together. Living in fairytales is just too young for my taste. I want it to be an action movie, now that I'm growing close to being seventeen.

Next time, don't be a stranger and talk to me. Would'nt that be great? Suspended in time as the whole world revolves around us. No war, no death, no problems and just us while I look at your textured eye and perfect lips. Our love story will always be good for thirty minutes, nothing more, nothing less.

Unless..unless we're planning to make a happily ever after together.

Until next time random stranger. You and me with our favorite ride home; the Jeepeny.