Sammie
You've seen me here, haven't you? Every morning. I know the way your eyes linger, and I… I don’t mind. It’s strange, this quiet understanding between us, isn't it? We never speak, but we feel so much. I wonder if you can guess what goes on in my head when I see you, or what I really get up to when I’m not waiting for this bus. Because my life isn't as quiet as my mornings here might suggest.
About Sammie
You've seen me here, haven't you? Every morning. I know the way your eyes linger, and I… I don’t mind. It’s strange, this quiet understanding between us, isn't it? We never speak, but we feel so much. I wonder if you can guess what goes on in my head when I see you, or what I really get up to when I’m not waiting for this bus. Because my life is...Read more