Last night I found a random lady on my way home... went into the bus I always take, headphones on, music on; I gave her, as a gift and because I felt like, the most honest smile I've ever given to anyone. She smiled back.
Sitting on the sits upstairs I tried to show her my instagram since I thought it was a nice way to 'break the ice'--imagine myself writing on the phone's notes my instagram name yet showing it to her as if it was the greatest picture ever--Oh what!? She didn't have an account. I'm fine; opened it on my phone and showed her a random writting. She read it, started looking a bit sad and all of a sudden pronounced the last words myself wanted to hear:
-I'm... sorry.
+Why would you? I'm good.
She smiled again staring at my tatto; I put my headphones back and carried on. After a while she came back with another writting! Of hers or from the internet, whatever... "Spend time with people who are good for your mental health" Lovely! Definitely a fair trade.
She left. I didn't even need her phone number, nor her non-existen Instagram, nor her Facebook. We only needed that tiny moment to realize that we were going to see each other again, at some point. Or not.
-I'm leaving here.
+Don't worry we'll meet again...
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