you were the guy sitting at the back of the 70 bus, around 10.30pm on Sunday 13th march. I was the Indian guy that was too shy to get your attention.
I wish I had spoken to you but there was not enough time. I felt a strange chemistry but I just could not tell if you were gay, and I was just too shy to approach you. I wish we could have sat together and spoken the whole night on that bus that would change direction and go wherever we asked it too.
