Departure Bus
On my way to the gym yesterday, I saw a teary eye BBW hugging a thinner West Coast looking guy and she was tearing her eyes out while the Super Shuttle Guy was waiting for him to enter the van and most likely head to the airport.
I was her almost a year ago as well as almost 2 years ago and maybe 3 years ago as well.
I call this the "vacation love syndrome"
You might never see him or her again but it sure was a nice person to share pleasant experience with.
The one last year, I thought he was the TRUE LOVE. Maybe there are certain pheromones or neurotransmitters emitted which made me believe I am in love. Clouded my true perspective on love.
But what is love? Where is it? Can you tell me?
