"Eventually over time, we all become our own doppelgangers, these completely different people who just happen to look like us." - Ted Mosby (2010)
I was in front of the ticket counter when the train arrived at the station, thinking I wouldn’t make it before the door closed I decided to take my time and wait for the next train. But when I got through the turnstyle the train was still letting passengers in, I saw the 2nd to the last cart and it seemed like it wasn’t full. I walked straight to that cart, there was two gentleman holding the door so that people can get in. I was about to go in, and I looked in front of me and there she was, she wasn’t exactly infront of me she was actually on the other side, but I can clearly see her. I saw that she saw me too because when I Iooked at her I saw that her eyes widen and her lips formed a small smile and obviously I smiled back at her. I got weird, I kept touching my face, my hands can’t settle in my pockets and I was sweating in an air conditioned train cart. Thoughts kept popping up in my mind “she saw me” “she noticed me” “she knows me!?”. Each stop the sea of people kept flowing in front of me pushing me further and further into the back till my shoulder was next to hers. She was standing next to me! My brain was about to explode thinking whether if I should say hi, because obviously I can’t just ignore her, she saw me when I got in. There were 2 stations left before my stop. I kept stealing looks at her, Sometimes I’d even look at her and try to convince myself to say hi, this kept on and on til I got to my stop. The door opened, I got out of the train disappointed wondering why I wasted such a rare chance to talk to her. She was behind me, I noticed as I was passing the turnstyle going out. She was beside me as I was walking down the stairs and then, probably out of pity the universe thought ‘why not?’, She asked me what my class was that started our conversation. We walked together from the train station to school, a 10-15 minute walk, but it felt longer than that. We talked till we got to the 4th floor of the south building ending our conversation when I said goodbye to her.
"Pure destiny, the kind you jut can’t manufacture" - Ted Mosby