Public transport

This girl in the train …..she’s sitting right in front of me…..she has something sweet about her……some kind of innocence that is quite rare these days……she’s dressed in black jeans and purple shirt and scarf……reading her book……she’s not the beautiful type that is blindly adored these days….she’s more a classic beauty…something we’ll all like…..once and a while the other girl sitting a bit further distracts me with her wild and loud conversations….but every time again I manage to focus on the girl in purple…..quiet…..beautiful….(looks)smart….and educated.
My problem is should I talk to her and very probably ruin the whole experience or should I let it remain a mystery?
With my laptop on my lap writing this story I try to not let her notice I’m intrigued by her and I think I’m doing quite a good job on that one.
The other girl again…..she’s more the modern girl with loud and wild stories and experiences. Somehow I don’t care for them….
All I’m interested in is the girl in purple….
What is her name?
Who is she?
Where is she going?
How old is she?
What’s her book about?
And what does “3139” mean? This is written on her hand.
Is she really as fantastic and fabulous and great like I imagine her to be?
Ticket control
The first time I hear her speak and she sounds just as I wanted her to…..sweet…innocent and nice.
Where was I? Yes I remember again…will I ever know these things?
The more I try to avoid looking at her, the greater the temptation gets. What is it with her? Is it because she’s unreachable? Is it her innocence? Is it her beauty?

I guess I’ll never know….cause I’m too tired ……too bad dressed……and too cowardly to talk to her in a cabin full of people.
What is it with me?
Well I guess that’s also a question we’ll probably never get an answer to……

Train stops…..she puts her coat on and zips it up….puts her backpack on, stands up and walks away. I’m still sitting there in the same seat. Looking at where she used to sit. Wondering whether I should have done or said something.
Two stops after she got off.
It’s my stop. I don’t feel like standing up and walking away. I shut my laptop down and put it back in the bag. I button up my coat and put my scarf around my neck. It’s cold all of the sudden. I grab my bag and get off the train.
Just another day in public transport.