Dear Diary: The Boy on the Q Bus

Sometimes life can be cruel in a funny way. When you thought your past is only in the past, turns out it’s following you to the present day. It was like any other Wednesday, I went to downtown to do one of the routines and I needed to catch a bus. I love taking Q bus, because its route takes me to the beautiful part of the city where old houses line up nicely. I would be imagining living in one of those Victorian houses. After getting down from the B bus that took me from home to downtown, I walked towards the main bus stop next to the Green. Lo and behold, I saw someone whose face similar to a boy I knew long ago. My heart skipped a beat! That face was the face I once missed so much. I walked towards where the boy stood with a group of his friends. He was a high school student, maybe 17, just like the boy I knew. Suddenly I felt the rush of nostalgia filled my mind. This boy, who only stood some feet away from me looked similar to him, the 17-year-old boy so dear to me. He was tall, maybe a bit taller than the boy I knew. He’s not skinny, in fact the opposite, quiet hefty but not chubby. His hair was brown and he had plenty, like the boy I knew who one day let me stroke his hair. 

The bus came and I approached it still paying attention to this stranger who resemblance the boy I knew. It turned out that boy also rode the same bus. He sat not far from me. I could hear him having a lively chat with his friends about movies, comics etc. I reminisced to the days I had with the 17- year-old boy I once loved. I remember his voice and the way he laughed. How he loved messing up my hair and because he’s way taller than me, he did that many times . One day he pinched my nose and he said I had a funny looking nose. Maybe he meant I have cute nose. I would try to get him after he messed up my hair and tried catching him when he ran away. On the bus, I stared at the boy. When he suddenly turned around and I could see his eyes, nose, lips, mouth even his eye brows and I could’ve sworn he could be that 17-year-old boy’s son. They looked so much alike! This boys’s eye brows are thick and with distinct shape just like the ones I loved to look at on the face I so dearly knew well. 

The Q bus moved along the streets going to the park where in the Fall looks spectacular and  where the beautiful old houses are. I still had my eyes on the boy on the bus. I listened to his joke which was not funny. I listened to his story about his grandpa. My mind was still reminiscing to the other boy who took my heart away. Then after passing the park, the stop bell was heard. The boy got up, said ‘goodbyes’ to his friends and got off the bus. I remember when the other boy and I rode the same bus home from our high school. My heart fluttered. Though our journey was a short one and he would get off first, every time he said ‘later’ and waved when he got down the bus, I would memorize everything. The way he walked with a bit of spring on his steps. The way he put his hands inside his pockets and carried his backpack. Gosh, I missed him!! I could feel my eyes watered. I would’ve never thought that I would meet his doppleganger here, in a far away land thousands of miles from him. 

Another Wednesday came and I hoped to see that boy again. In the midst of people waiting for buses, I saw him. He wore a blue jacket and baggy jeans. We got on the same bus and he sat at the back. I was listening to my playlist and there were songs that had memories from my high school years. I remember a 17-year-old boy who loves blue, whom I gave a blue colored t-shirt with an image in embroidery one day. I especially spent my allowance for his birthday gift. The song that was playing on my phone was ours. All of sudden, I felt sad. It’s bittersweet. There he was, a boy who looked like him, sat not far from me and my mind would reminisce. Life has a funny way indeed to play trick with my heart. On Wednesdays, I kept on wishing to see that boy who looked like the boy I knew, once more. That 17-year-old stranger had given me the stories on board of the bus. The memories I kept about a boy I once loved came up every time I saw that boy. I wanted so much to stare and look at him closely. Maybe I could find something that I’ve been missing, the love of my youth.

(For November 13th)

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