#thefirstmove

Or maybe she isn't. I think my gaydar for bi curious girls is stronger than my gaydar for actual lesbians 😒😐

Feeling the train stop beneath my feet, A deep pang of sadness, as she leaves her seat. That same place, right there, every working morning, Doing the Newspaper Crossword, politely yawning, Those tired eyes of hers, as she’s sat across from me, Many hues of brilliant blue, a hint of intriguing mystery, Her face a natural glow, brightened by her smile, So stunning in every way, I almost feel beguiled, But I don’t. She’s shy, glances over, every now and then, I nervously glance back, but quickly turn my head, Too shy myself to give a small “Hi”, As she turns to leave without a “Goodbye.” I sink back down, as the train starts again, Too in love, in hurt, to notice… her pen! “Wait!” I called but it was already too late, Nowhere in sight, I go back, in complete disarray, It is only then I see her crossword too, Her handwriting, in those boxes, small and cute, It is from this moment on, I know things won’t be the same, As the squares read a phone number and told me her name

Life’s complicated and we just have to find a way to deal with it. And if i had to be honest, it kind of sucks.