The bus stopped in Haymarket. He was standing a few yards behind me, so I had to turn and look over my shoulder, as it were, to admire him. And he noticed, straight away. And reacted - positively. He smiled and waved. I gave him a thumbs-up, and he waved again. Then the bus moved off, and I gave him a little wave. A wave goodbye, of course. His smile, his blond curls, his lovely face, gone forever. Another lost, beautiful ghost.
1845 edit: And now there's a beautiful boy in my local, not quite a 'ghost', because I've seen him once before. Yet more salt rubbed into my largely self-inflicted wounds.
2035 edit: 'Beautiful boy' has gone, 'little friend' has been and gone, and I'm just as alone as ever. Ain't life grand.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
1845 edit: And now there's a beautiful boy in my local, not quite a 'ghost', because I've seen him once before. Yet more salt rubbed into my largely self-inflicted wounds.
2035 edit: 'Beautiful boy' has gone, 'little friend' has been and gone, and I'm just as alone as ever. Ain't life grand.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
I would look at these ghosts as positives. Eye candy is always good, even if unobtainable.
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Jay
Hello Jay
DeleteAs I've said before, I would almost always rather see a cute boy than not. My 'little friend' is here now, eight feet away, although he hasn't seen me yet, his head is buried in his dad's phone. I'm pleased he's here, though.
Love & best wishes
Sammy B
He's just seen me. Got my smile, straight away!
DeleteSB
AWESOME!!!
DeleteJay