The bus stop is at an odd spot, I always thought that whenever I saw it.
It's placed in front of that flimsy fence, the sliver fence that's about to toppled over, with green metal behind it that's just as flimsy.
Remember when you ran into it, throwing all your weight onto it?
I dared you to do it, because you told me to. You wanted to make yourself seem tough.
I'm not gonna lie, it's cute when you do that.
Do you remember that night?
The air was cold, but that was alright. i was happy to be with you. You were engulfed in your cigarette, the street light shining above you. The smoke could be seen fluttering into the street light, it was a picture perfect moment. I should've taken a picture of you then, kept it forever.
You were being discreet, blowing the smoke above you, but you didn't realize the cold air was blowing it right back in my face.
I held in the cough, you didn't know I have lung issues.
You cracked a joke, corny ones at that, and told stories of your past. Ones that would get you arrested, and fired. Or how you got punched at a party, and yet still managed to keep drinking. You always have a great story to tell. You don't let silence fall. You're great at that, keeping things alive and well.
I was freezing.
For being an October night, it was really cold. I wanted you to put your arm around me, do something cliche. But you didn't, and that's okay. I'm glad you didn't, it would've made you going on a date that much more painful.