You were a beautiful fair woman on the seabus heading towards North Vancouver. You were wearing a maroon leather jacket and had your hair up and back. There was the compulsion for me to walk up to you and talk to you but your beauty made me nervous but now I regret it. I should have swallowed the anxiety and just done it; but I didn't. I think you may have seen me: sitting 4 aisles away in front of you to your right. I'm Asian and wore black with a green shirt inside. I was reading on my iPhone and stealing glances at you in between sentences. Don't usually post here but I thought I might as well give it a shot as I have been regretting it all day.