Dear Boy on the Pavement

Dear Boy on the Pavement,

I think of you sometimes dear boy on the pavement. I was 15ish getting a coach somewhere, we had just left a scheduled stop at a coach station, I don’t remember which one. There you were on the pavement. Our eyes met and I felt a connection, my heart beat a little faster, my breathing quickened. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, you and I. Your friends were teasing you but you were ignoring them, you only had eyes for me.

The coach was moving very slowly in the heavy traffic and you walked alongside it accompanying me on my journey, I wanted to write my number on a piece of paper and throw it to you, but the coach had no windows and I had no paper.

The traffic lights changed, the coach picked up speed, taking me away from you forever. You broke into a bit of a run, you smiled and waved goodbye and as the coach turned a corner you were gone.

Do you remember that moment dear boy on the pavement? I have never forgotten it, and probably never will.

Love LadyGirlOnTheCoachCurd


4 responses to “Dear Boy on the Pavement

  1. Oh! I had a moment like that on the tube once. Looked up, and there he was looking back at me. Then he got off, carrying his push bike, and we carried on looking as he walked slowly up the platform. Gone. I haven’t forgotten though.

    • They are incredible those moments, and then after they leave a strong sense of “what might have been”. Then of course if you met them in reality they would probably be a wife bashing alcoholic or summat entirely unsuitable- but hey in that moment they are your soulmate!

  2. I had that moment in a queue for a ride at a theme park on a school trip. I changed schools the next year and he was at my new school. We had a brief but intense romance, then didn’t speak for years, but now I see him with the other girls from school when I go back and visit. I think we were both a bit of a douchebag as teenagers.

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