We met on a bus. Going places.
She said something, I said something else.
I made her laugh, she made me smile. We got off at 24th street and walked together for a couple blocks. I remember we talked about comedians, and I remember liking the way she pronounced things, and I remember walking slowly.
The time came for us to part ways, but we stayed on the corner just a minute longer, and now here we are, two months later. Life’s about going places, until a moment comes along when you realize you’re right where you want to be.