Polaroids Lost in Time

Hi

I feel nervous, yet there's some part of me that's really courageous or stupid enough to introduce myself to you.
But you look simply beautiful standing there at the train terminal near the bench under your umbrella.

Should I?
Should I not?
I should.

Unconsciously, my feet start to move as if an imaginary gravitational pull is drawing me to you.
A few more steps and I'm there.
You suddenly look my way and see me standing in front of you.

"Hi."