My mysterious friend.

I met him on the bus while going from one place to another in the same city, he was sitting next to me on the train. At first I didn't think much of his presence. I am in the habit of reading while traveling and I don’t tend to notice  how fast time goes by.

For many people, sitting for three hours while I'm on my way to work outside my hometown is a very long time indeed, but that is if you don't find something important to distract your mind.

He was the one who addressed me. I could hear clearly when his voice that was pronounced as a whisper very close to my neck, I couldn't help but be disturbed by the sound I felt from his voice. I don't know if he noticed but I immediately closed the book and turned my surprised gaze to him.

I looked into his eyes and he was looking into mine. His olive green eyes contrasted with his light brown complexion and the questioning way he looked at me brought me to my senses and I immediately took my watch from my wrist and told him the time.

I realize that only an hour has passed since the train left the stop, but from that moment on I would no longer be with calm with just reading.

The young man realized that he had disturbed my reading and apologized insistently, to which I must have replied with some sweetness in my voice that it didn't matter. In fact I told him that every time I traveled I got so bored that I had to read to entertain myself.

It must be said that this is totally untrue, I never get bored because I select my books very well in the library before I leave for the train and I enjoy these reading moments immensely.

When I told him that I was bored on the train, he immediately started a conversation with me. He no longer apologized for interrupting my reading, but rather he chatted very animatedly about the reason for his trip.

He spoke in a soft tone of voice, which delighted the ear. It was neither loud nor low. It was as if he was caressing the words as they left his lips. I had the opportunity to notice the delineation of his lips and it seemed to me that even his lips felt animated when he spoke his voice.

I don't think he realized that more than listening to hix story, I was listening to his sonorous caress. So my imagination began to run wild and I began to think how nice it was that he spoke to me.

If he hadn't, I would never have believed that voice could caress my heart. That it could lull it as it did, in this way my questions were always directed to an answer a little longer than the previous one.

Where did you leave from and where are you going... who are you visiting and when are you coming back to your city?

These were things that came to my mind but that didn't really interest me. The only thing that mattered to me was the caress of his voice.

But of course, like all conversations, he had to end at some point and now the questions were directed towards me. But hearing my voice no longer brought me the same joy in my heart and I tried to get back to my next comments as quickly as possible.

And so I went through long conversations based on the craziest questions I could think of.

The three hour drive turned into a 10 or 15 minute drive, I think. The time went by so fast that when I arrived at my stop I had to say a quick goodbye.

After spending so much time chatting with him I realized that in my daze I didn't even stop to ask him his name. Much less did I tell him mine. Nor could I ask him when he was taking the train back, or when he was returning to the city from which we left, or when we would see each other again.

I realize I acted like a silly schoolgirl. I was so impressed by his voice that I kept him distracted and what I should have asked because I had short answers, I forgot.

In my mind only the memory of the boy on the train remains, in my travels I never saw him again. But I still carry my books, now I embrace them for longer than the time I read them. I look up and tirelessly search for my young traveling companion every time I leave on the train.

This is a fictional story.

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