One Jeepney Ride

I was in the jeepney first. I was half-asleep. My eyes dulled by the monotonous oscillations of traffic. Then sunshine came. You got on with a friend in tow. You wore a maroon shirt and short hair. I usually never forget faces. I could not remember yours. I remember the feeling though. I remember warmth. Or was it just fumes from the exhaust?

You were engrossed with a conversation I could not hear over the sound of my earbuds stuck firmly in my ear canal. I wish I heard your voice. But come to think of it, we were on both ends of the jeepney so I probably would have not heard you anyway. Maybe if I did, I'd be writing songs not silly notes on facebook.

I was in love with you for the duration of our jeepney ride. The whole fifteen minutes of it. Love doesn't have to be forever. I was happy.