As I was trying to figure out how to open a window on the bus, because the guy behind me kept farting, the bus pulled up to one of its scheduled stops, and this couple who was sitting a few rows in front of me, kissed each other like Barbies, but all I could see was the look on the girl's face, and she looked deliriously happy. She gets up to get off the bus, and smiles at him the whole time. When she steps down to the sidewalk, she keeps smiling and looking at him, and he keeps watching her and they just keep smiling at each other like idiots. Everyone on the bus is watching them, because you never see this. It's not lust, it's not some couple making out in front of a high school. I think that's why we want to watch them.
My new psychology brain says that it's limerence and it's only going to last for so long, but it's a nice thing to see. I think about how long it's been since I felt that way about anyone, but I still smile.
The bus is sometimes my favorite part of the day.

"And I am one of your people
But the cars don't stop
And it's been a long time since before I've been touched
Now I'm getting touched all the time
And it's only a matter of whom
And it's only a matter of when

An addiction to hands and feet-
There's a meat market down the street..."
-Regina Spektor