The first moment I ever saw her step onto the train I sensed her alluring aura and felt my gaze drawn to her graceful beauty.
Each time I see her, she gets on at the same train station and onto the same train car-- that's why I began doing the same. We've traveled our daily commutes in the same train car for the past few weeks now, and I find myself anticipating and looking forward to seeing her there. It's not as if I am stalking her, it's only that I've been intrigued by her loveliness since the first moment I saw her.
Once again she steps through the open doors and into the train car I am in and I feel the pull of her grace and loveliness.
The doors rapidly close behind her and she situates herself facing me a few seats away. I don't understand why I feel my pulse quicken by her presence whenever it shouldn't since I encounter many attractive women in my day to day life.
Yet I can hardly seem to keep my gaze away from the delicate features of her face and the cascading waves of her blonde hair as she looks out the window.
I am only a few stops away from where I need to get off, and each time after seeing her again I wish I didn't have to.
I've thought on how our age difference cannot be that much--me a man in my early thirties and her looking to be in her late twenties-- and I often cannot help but entertain the thought of actually getting to know her outside of a daily commute train ride.
The train lurches slightly in its movement and she turns away from the window to look around. Her gaze falls on me and I realize I have been looking her way without realizing it.
At the same time that I feel an urge to turn my gaze away out of slight embarrassment I also do not want to look away from her beauty at all.
Then she slowly smiles and I feel my pulse skip and quicken. I then avert my gaze and swallow hard.
Why I am I feeling this way? She's a complete stranger and yet I have felt so caught up in my attraction for her, unlike any other woman I've encountered.
In a way, I feel almost agitated and angry with myself; if I truly am feeling this way simply from her presence, why do I never take action?
The train arrives at the next stop and my breathing feels unsteady and I feel a burning inside of my chest.
One more stop before I get off.
I stand up and walk in her direction, while the train stands still, stopping a few feet in front of her and reaching out to grab the metal bar for balance.
Then I command myself to have the courage to look across the few feet between us at her.
"Hi," I feel the words already sticking in my throat, but I force them to keep coming out, "We've never officially met, but I've noticed you on the train before and I think you are lovely."
For a moment that feels so long I can't believe the words have left my mouth, but the way she smiles back at me as she sways with the movement of the train causes me to feel a rush of adrenaline from speaking to her.
"I've noticed you too," her voice is smooth and sweeter than I imagined, and she gazes up at me with curious and smiling eyes.
The train slows to a stop once again. "Is this your stop?" The questions she asks is not one I want to hear because I want to stay with her longer.
"Yes, it is," the doors slide open and I feel pulse racing from the conversation, "I hope to see you again soon."
The evening sunlight pours in through the doors and catches her golden hair in it's light, and I try to force myself to walk off.
But she walks towards the doors first.
"I've always wanted to stop here and explore," she turns back to look at me with a small smile on her face as she walks out.
With a small smile of my own, I follow her.
This is my first time ever sharing a small snippet of one of my short stories on Steemit!
Along with music, traveling, art, and learning new things I love to write 💗
I may share the Part 2 of the story that I've shared today, it's just all a new experience sharing some of my writings and stories with everyone here so I'm still making that decision!
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Sarah Nicole ❤
