Pressed against a stranger in the bus, I felt a knot on my breast—soft, small and secretive. I missed my stop for the first time that day.
You have me wondering what the knot was….
The imagery for love at first sight is well written.
Thanks for reading my story and telling me what you thought.
After seeing Gayle’s comment, I think I was going to literal in trying to understand this.
Must have been a long ride. And uneasy on mind.