I'm in love with a stranger that now never existed. I feel abnormal. Someone tell me it's not abnormal that I felt this way. I got on the bus, planning to go to destination nowhere. I find my seat, organizing my clatter in my bag until I feel the bus halting to the next stop. It's natural for every eye to lead outside to the people waiting to enter in... That's when i saw this vague face from outside the bus' sliding doors. He stepped in and I gasped behind my half sealed mouth. I really gasped. I "Oh my gosh'd" under clenched teeth. He was frickin gorgeous and it's gonna sound like one of those love at first sight stories but... time froze! Slow motion as he walked to his seat.. and then he looks to me... (nono, not like he's interested, my god, but.. hmmm.. No, you see, eyes are sure to meet ...when one starts staring.. haha.) Oh beautiful!! His everything was just so perfect.. but almost not. It was at that moment, at that sudden moment when i studied this guy, that i decided I had it, my dream guy, pegged down. Shaggy black hair, somehow it was gelled. Those eyes man, i can't explain it...if i do, he'll sound like a maybelline mascara model. Dark fair skin. Black overcoat jacket. Tall figure. Backpack and a thick novel with a bookmark in the middle. Yet my explanation of his physical does nothing to the image painted.. He sauntered through the bus aisle and he was conscientious of everything. It seemed by his every move, his stance, that he had this humble smartness to him, this intelligence and this awareness of life. It seemed he had his own views, his own opinions. Definitely a university guy. My god, he was gorgeous. The most good looking guy I have ever witnessed outside of the tv screen. He was beautiful. I love you bus boy, I love you. hahaha. that 'laugh' inserted does not mean that this whole thing is a joke.