Taking the skytrain was never the favourite part of my daily commute to work - until - a week ago. Last Tuesday I saw you in an overly crowded train. I remember I simply couldn't stop looking at you the moment I laid eyes on you. I think you got on the train at the Olympic Village Station. We caught eyes for a moment and continued to exchange eye contacts. At one point you looked down and had your eyes closed for a brief moment and looked at me after your opened your eyes. I have been hoping to run into you again ever since. You were a stunning woman with a nose ring (left), I was the guy with glasses wearing a black peacoat and I got off at the Yaletown station. I wish I hadn't gotten off the train and had stayed behind to talk to you. I may very well never see you again, that's regret.