we were on the number one bus this morning i was getting off of work and you needed help to find were you was going you were telling me about your horrible night. you were in shorts as cold as it was so i took the bus with you until we found your stop as we were leaving i wanted to give you my number but didn't have a pen i told you i would like to see you again. you said i would because its fate... i haven't been able to quit thinking about you all day. i don't want to leave it to fate i want to see your beautiful smile again. i know this is a longshot but im just hoping you read these.