Sighting

It was the 23th of July, the day to the Samaria Gorge there was a very handsome french guy who was sitting in front of me in the bus. You were with your dad and me with my mother and another woman. You dropped your seat and you were sleeping on your dad’s shoulder. You had curly brown hair, beautiful eyes and you were wearing a white t-shirt. I was the girl that was sitting behind you with the black hat, white t-shirt, Nike shoes, glasses, black shorts and the red Polo bag. If you ever read this, I’m trying to look for your Instagram and I’ve regretted not asking for your name or your Instagram because I was shy. Hope one day you read this