On a Saturday evening in June is when we met for the first time. I was waiting at the bus stop and you came along to wait for the #20. We talked a few times since but I haven't seen you in some time. Chance meetings? Maybe, but what if it isn't? I have been thinking of you since. I should have asked you for your number. I would like to see you again. You, petite blonde with beautiful blue eyes and long flowing locks and likes black. Me, shork black hair with handsome brown eyes. Likes black too. This is a huge city we live in and I don't have any delusion about running into you again like we did before. So, this is it. I hope I hear from you. If not, then it was a slice.