Then you stepped on.
I rubbed my eyes, wondering if this was really real.
Tapping your phone onto the card reader, you paid and walked further down the bus.
Why were you getting on the bus this late?
You glanced at me and we made eye contact.
But I had to look away.
For I was shaking already.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
