*this is a work of nonfiction based on actual events I experienced firsthand
I couldn’t have expected what happened next.
I dated a man I met at a bus stop.
It was at one of these bus stops that I first laid eyes on him, short and fair with tousled red hair. He never said much, but the few words he spoke were so deep and melodious it didn’t matter.
I looked forward to our time at the bus stop, waiting for my bus to show up but mostly enjoying his company; two shy people finding comfort in each other’s presence. We’d share observations about our fellow commuters or discuss books we’d read.
His favorite book was King James’ Bible, which fascinated me as I couldn’t imagine anyone reading it voluntarily, yet here he was devouring its contents bit by agonizing bit; completely absorbed by its stories about warring kings and their rebellious sons.
Since neither of us owned a car, we spent much of our time at bus stops, making our way to our next destination.
Dinner? Shopping? Video game arcade?
These were destinations that all necessitated a walk to and from the local bus stop.
One summer day, as we awaited our next bus, my beau ran into an old friend.
I couldn’t help noticing that my date’s friend was very handsome.
He was tall and lean with piercing green eyes and waist-long hair.
I was immediately smitten. To my surprise and delight, my new acquaintance lived one block away from me. It was only natural that we should run into each other in the neighborhood, a neighborhood where my current flame did not live.
It wasn’t long before my boyfriend became my ex-boyfriend, and his friend became my new boyfriend.
After an initial bump in the road, things were going really well for us. I was enjoying my new relationship. Weeks went by and then my new love interest decided it best to break things off with me. He was with somebody new. Already.
I was devastated; I was confused and perplexed; what could be happening?
Was it karma? I don’t know, but I’ve never really believed in karma.
That was one of the most devastating breakups I’ve ever experienced. It was sudden and shocking; we had only been together for a couple weeks. Had he tired of me so quickly?
I went through the motions. For many days, I cried.
Eventually, I moved on with my life and began to date again.
One day years later, as I approached a bus stop I pass by twice daily, there he stood, tall and lean with piercing green eyes and waist-long hair.
My former beau! He looked different from before. There were some similarities to the young man I’d known in my youth, but he looked older, more mature.
He looked at me. I smiled, but he didn’t recognize me. My appearance must have changed too much for him to realize he knew me.
I kept driving. I was in shock that he hadn’t recognized me. I wasn’t devastated, but I was perturbed that he didn’t even seem to notice me.
Had he forgotten me so easily?
After so long, why do we choose to forget?
I made my way home and sat down. I looked in the mirror to see how much I had changed over the years.
After I thought about it, I realized he probably hadn’t even seen me. True. If he had seen me, he was under no obligation to acknowledge me.
However, I was the driver of a vehicle speeding past the corner, and he probably hadn’t spotted me at all. It wouldn’t even matter if he had.
We’d both made our choices years earlier.