For a few sweet months, I rode your bus. Tuesdays and Wednesdays, 9:28. The sight of your sly smile when I climbed aboard and you asked me how my day was; your attempted restraint in our brief chats; the lingering glow that carried me through the rest of the week until I saw you again... these were the highlights of my year. Outside of those precious 20 minutes we spent together each week, I knew that you had a life and a family and all the world’s responsibilities. After you told me you were moving to Texas, I wrote you a note—a forlorn goodbye—and watched the calendar tick down. I couldn’t bring myself to give it to you. When I got off the bus on that last day, I knew I’d never see you again. My heart weighs heavy without you.—Anonymous
I, Anonymous: Texas TriMet Tragedy
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