it began at 7:50am, the bus ride to Banff. i looked out the window streaked with late April showers and waved goodbye to my house. in 5 days time i would return to my parents but at the moment all i could think about was the long 12 hour trip ahead of me. i looked down and saw my shorts shyly tucked under my sweatpants and my purple shirt slightly riding up above my hips. my laziness and lack of care for anyone who saw my midriff took over and my hips remained exposed. the low steady hum of the bus and chatter of my friends was a constant. i chose to keep my mouth shut. mingling and small talk were never for me. looking back out the window i saw the highway full of gliding cars as they rush off to work beneath us. i saw a black BMW. a car i know well. a driver i know well. one with a black hoodie, a hole in his lip and i broken sense of hope. one i have grown to love. one that pushed me away in feeble hope of something i fear i may never know. and as fast as he came, he goes speeding under the bridge, evidently lost from my life.