One evening in May, I sat watching time go by in my favorite bus seat- the one towards the back of the bus between a window and the back door, so I never feel like I’m missing anything.
That day, back in May, my head wished for you and my heart longed right along. I didn’t know your name and I couldn’t see your face, but I knew who you were- kind, gentle but fun, honest and strong, a shining beam of light to infiltrate my life suddenly, inundate every part of my being so that the me I knew then would never quite be the same me again.
Back in May, I didn’t know I’d have you today. So I sat and thought of you, feeling my heart missing someone I felt like I knew.
It’s no surprise then, that I feel the way I do about you today.
For you see, I’ve known you since way back in May.