On the day that I first saw you, you were standing at the station. You had a small case and a bunch of flowers in your hand. Your beauty and elegance were astounding. It wasn’t that you had lots of make up on, but you had this wonderful presence. I have seen many women on my travels back and forth to London, but none that stood out like you.
My mother would often say to me that the woman that stands out in the crowd is the one that has all the qualities a man desires. She will not be outspoken or popular, but she is the one that among all of them has an external glow or aura. She is not seeking to be just with any man, but a man that will care and love her the way she would him. She may have had many lovers but in her heart the right man is out there.
As the train pulled up you stepped inside and then you were gone. Every Tuesday the same thing has happened. I have seen you now for over two months, but I have never spoken to you. I have no idea if you are married or single. The one thing that stops me from speaking to you is this – for me to discover you are married would spoil everything. It is the not knowing, the hoping and praying that you are single, that keeps my heart beating and longing to get to know you. When you find someone you really like you can sometimes become afraid of your feelings so instead remain silent. To some this may seem rather rude, especially if it is someone you have come to know. The thing is, pain and hurt can be too much and the best thing all round is to remain quiet.
