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Dear morning bus stop boy,

Let's run away and get married.

love,
me

Ok, at the risk of being hopelessly girly (cause, yeah, that's ever stopped me) the cute bus stop guy and I had a whole conversation this morning! And! He knew where I work! Which means that he's been paying attention to when I get off the bus, right?
The three months worth of carefully not looking at each other is obviously paying off.

I didn't realize that this shirt had been chapsticked too, so today I have pink splotches on me and I feel pretty silly about the whole thing.