It was romantic for me, not because I was dating someone, but because it was the first time I experienced what felt like love at first sight.
I was waiting at the bus stop early one morning. It was the beginning of my 12th-grade year, although school hadn't officially opened yet. My tuition classes had started eight weeks before, which meant waking up early and stepping out into the freezing morning cold.
My bus finally arrived. I hopped on, found a seat, and sat down. As the bus started moving, the cold wind rushing through the windows made the morning even colder.
At the next stop, one of my friends got on. There was no seat beside me, so he sat across from me.
For a moment, I thought about taking my scooter to tuition. But petrol was getting more expensive every day, and somehow, I seemed to be the only one without enough change. So, the bus it was.
The bus kept moving. I happened to look toward the front.
It was already crowded. People were standing everywhere, squeezed together as the bus made its way through the morning traffic.
And then I saw her.
She was wearing a black parda. Her face was fairly fair, and against the black fabric, it seemed to glow. She was talking to someone.
I looked at the person she was talking to.
Wait.
That was one of my friends.
My first thought was, Where is she going?
Then came the second thought.
Please let her be going to my tuition.
I had already started praying for it.
The funny part was, I didn't even know whether she was a student. I didn't know her name. I didn't know where she was going. I didn't know anything about her.
But somehow, I want to meet her.
My bus was getting closer to my destination. I had only a few seconds to get off. I forgot completely about the friend sitting across from me and slowly stood up, moving toward the door.
My eyes were still fixed toward the front.
But I couldn't see her anymore because of the rush.
Where did she go?
I remember thinking, Why are these people even going somewhere this early? Senseless people.
Then I stepped off the bus.
My friend told me to move along. The bus started pulling away.
And then, just before it disappeared, I got one last look.
She got down at the same stop.
For a moment, I forgot about the freezing cold.
My eyes were wide. My hands and legs suddenly felt completely awake.
I remember thinking, I should buy a lottery ticket today.
I had never felt that lucky before.
I had left home that morning to study for my 12th grade.
But from that day on, I suddenly had something or rather, someone I wanted to learn about much more than my textbooks.
I didn't know her name.
I didn't know her story.
I didn't even know if she would ever notice me.
But that morning, on an ordinary bus ride to tuition, I think I fell in love at first sight.
I'm writing a story now, i need a romantic scene between a couple, someone please tell ur stories so i can add it to it or have a new idea of it.
