I was okay with that.
Hearing the chit-chat from the loudest voices to just the slightest whispers around the corner.
My Ipod was dead, and my headphones were all tangled.
I was okay with that.
I wrote in my journal, about 4 pages.
Throwing my thoughts out, left and right, on lined white paper. Anything, and everything that I could possibly think of.
A young man walked passed me and said- "Hello"
"Hello..." I responded shyly with a smile of shock, with a little touch of awkward, from the rare niceness.
"Your smile, wow, its beautiful." He said.
"Thank you." I said.
I accepted the compliment and,
I was okay with that.