I was supposed to meet him at the bus station, but he was still a station away, so I took my book out of my bag and started to read. It had been a while since I last read that book, so I couldn`t remember where I was.
It took me some seconds to reach the last line I could recall reading, "Love was far too close, or very distant, we no longer knew it, it had to happen some day, not to know".
So there I was, reading Emily L. and waiting. My back on the wall and a man standing very close to me. I moved, I hate being observed. I didn´t look at him but I turned around and walked a few steps away from him. But then I stopped. It was quite hard to believe... it couldn´t be you and it wasn´t you, but somehow you were present. I caught that scent... it was so slight and yet so powerful that it forced me to return to the place I walked away from... In front of me, waiting for the bus, was some guy. I could not see his face, and to be honest, I didn´t care about his face. I just smelled him from the far. He smells a little bit like you. He probably wears the same lotion as you do.
He´s not you but I don`t mind, that stranger brought me closer to you today...
You were there.