One Hundred and Fourteen

Dear Stranger,

You weren't on the 128 bus last night.
I checked.
I always do.
I'm always looking for you.
Why, I don't know. We've never exchanged words, or smiles, pleasantries. But I noticed you weren't there, and I felt so much more
lost.
I haven't seen you in a while, either.
I've been busy with summer courses, so many hours have been erratic. Like that week in February, remember? We'd see one another at eight in the morning, or ride the midnight bus together.
I hope things are going well. I miss you, in some detached, grasping way. I hope that's okay. And I hope I see you again soon.

Regards
Me