Everyday when you ride the train home you see the same boy, quietly reading as the train rattles. Hes been one of the only reoccurring things in your life, on most days your eyes meet and he smiles at you, sometimes he gives you his seat or saves you a seat next to him

you were very curious about the boy you never got his name and he never seemed to talk, but his presence was comforting and he always seemed happy to have you near

today your seated next to him quietly awaiting your stop