This little story is very heavily based off of The Subway Song by The Icarus Account. I think it’s an adorable song so I’m writing a story about it. I feel like this one has to be sort of in second person, so I’m doing it in the form of a letter. I hope it makes you fall in love with the song if nothing else.
I know I’ve told you bits and pieces of all this about a million times, but I just had to write some stuff down for you before tomorrow. You know me, always dreaming and never actually communicating much of it to you. So here you go.
You probably don’t remember the first time we met. I know I do. I was in a hurry to get on the bus and I almost knocked over your coffee. You were reading a book and only looked up for a second to let me know you weren’t angry before returning to it. The entire bus ride after that I sat staring out the window but thinking of you. Not in a creepy way, or at least not trying to be, but you were so captivating. I made up my resolve that if we got off at the same stop, I was going to apologize again and introduce myself. I was kind of hoping it’d end with me having your number and a promise for lunch.
That didn’t happen. I was so close to just saying hi, but it was too far out of my comfort zone I guess. I think I was still in a little bit of culture shock living in such a big city, too. I’d never been out on my own before with hordes of people scattered everywhere. Honestly, I still don’t know how you manage to shut out all of the noise and the people for your books. It’s one of the things I love about you. But anyway, I was so used to small town life where everyone knew me and there were no strangers. I ended up letting the crowd jostle ahead of me and putting you out of view.
I thought that’d be the end of it. You’d be just another could-have-been. I told myself I’d probably never see you again and that I should forget about you. And yet I still held my breath to see if you were on the bus the next day. You were. You had a book again, but no coffee. I walked right by you, all the while telling myself I’d sit next to you and maybe try to make conversation. I settled for peeking at the book title and resolving to read it on my own and then talk to you. I don’t remember the book now, but I know I got about twenty pages in before I admitted to myself that it was way over my head.
Another day, another chance, another opportunity. Should I sing? Should I dance? Will you ever notice me?
I sat across from you the next day. You were still engrossed in your book. You were always dressed like you were heading to a little European cafe or something. I always felt under-dressed. I may have gotten carried away that day, because I remember whispering under my breath how beautiful you looked.
You glanced up for a second and I looked away as fast as I could. I’m sure I was beet red with embarrassment. After that, I decided I needed to talk to you or forget about you. I couldn’t carry on daydreaming about a total stranger anymore.
Despite my determination, I managed to go on getting to know you only in my thoughts for a few weeks. Every day I got onto the bus thinking of you and I got off beating myself up that I hadn’t talked to you again.
Finally, a few weeks later I boarded the bus, heart traitorously loud as usual, and panicked because I didn’t see you. There were plenty of empty seats, but you were always my reference point. After a few incredibly awkward seconds of being completely lost, I chose a seat at random. I sat and twiddled my thumbs, on the verge of a panic attack. I was so worried that something must have happened to you. I told myself was crazy. I didn’t even know you; why on earth should I be worried about the well-being of a total stranger just because she wasn’t on the bus?
It turns out you were just running late. As you rushed onto the bus, I let out a breath of relief that I didn’t know I’d been holding. The bus was rather full that morning, so I was trying to act interested in my phone instead of paying attention that the only seats available were next to me or right behind the driver, which was a spot you avoided.
You sat next to me.
And then you talked to me.
Granted, all you did was ask if I could hold your coffee for a second. I held it and something about it gave me courage. As I handed the coffee back to you, I finally introduced myself. You smiled pleasantly and said “Miriam”.
I can’t tell you how many times I dreamed that moment in my head. How many times I prayed to God to either bring me courage or help me to forget about you. And finally I had a conversation with you.
I suppose you know the rest.
And now, after I’ve made a complete fool of myself, I’d like to thank you. You’ve given me so many reasons to smile and wonder why God thought to give me such an amazing friend.
Tomorrow, I get to watch you walk down an isle strewn with petals. I can’t even imagine what you’ll look like because I know you’ll be unbelievably beautiful as you always are. I’ll get to slip a ring on your finger and promise to love you and take care of you for as long as we walk this earth.
Quite frankly, I’m terrified that I’ll do it wrong. I’ll disappoint you and I’ll fail you sometimes. But believe me, I will do my best to love you the way you deserve.
With all my love,