Sometimes I go back to that day when I saw love bloom in a pair of strangers. On a bus. Early in the morning.
It was January, he was wearing mittens and couldnt undo his jacket. She decided to help. Both of them with a tint of pink in their cheeks.
Later on soft glances were exchanged when the other was looking the other way. Soon a conversation was to start and a smile would not leave their face.
I go back to that day to remember that love exists. That it's always floating around.
