Those eyes...

It was late Friday night. You hopped on the 99, wearing intriguing face paint. I immediately noticed your eyes, piercing blue, and I couldn't take MINE off you. You were chatting with my friend as I just stared at you awestruck. Your brown shaggy hair and easy going nature were almost too much to handle as you recounted your night. You had been at a celebration of life on Cambie street. My stop came all too soon... As the doors closed behind me, I wished I had just stayed with you till your stop. I hope I will lock eyes with you again some day!