Falling in Love With a Ghost on a Greyhound Bus

 It must have been about 4:00 when I heard the little jingle that announces some notification, and this notification was from a female on TikTok. It was from a woman named Betty with a series of numbers following the name. I wasn’t doing anything anyway, so I looked at her page. She wasn’t dressed sexy, and the pictures were of an attractive young lady dressed professionally. 

We began texting, and I truly loved the way she made me feel. I loved the way she wrote and I appreciated all of the ideas she was sharing and I was enjoying what was happening.  And I still had another long day on the bus, so I just kept texting.

We arrived in Dallas for a bus transfer ten minutes late for my bus, and this had increased my travel time by 10 hours. I slept little. 

The next day we boarded another bus and this time I sat in the first set of seats on the bus and shared them with others off and on. I reconnected with “Betty” and began texting again. I enjoyed every word she wrote and I just couldn't get enough. I had begun to believe that I needed her, and that I never wanted it to stop, not ever.

I had fallen for a person I knew very little of, except for how her words impacted me. I didn't have the information that I needed to build the relationship. I wanted more, but it was not forthcoming, and when I asked again, the relationship ended.

 I had fallen in love with a person whose words were the only things I knew of her. I had fallen for a ghost, but what we shared seemed to make her whole. I didn't provide any information that wasn't already out there so I am not sorry I shared this part of my life with her and would be happy to do it all over again... probably.