Aquella calle seguía repleta de gente mientras esperaba al autobús en la parada. Algunos pasaban de largo, otros permanecían ahí y otros muchos subían a los vehículos que los llevaban de vuelta a casa. Pasó entre la multitud cuando su bus llegó, estaba lleno, como siempre, pero contaba con él, un gran amigo que siempre le guardaba sitio.
Se sentó a su lado como cada día y hablaron de lo de siempre: universidad, trabajo... cosas banales para él, que sólo tenía una cosa en mente. Apoyó la cabeza en el reposacabezas del asiento mientras escuchaba hablar a su amigo. Lo miró a los ojos como siempre que hablaba con él, también miró sus manos, que le encantaban; sintió el anhelo de posar su mano contra su mejilla y besarlo en la boca, pero como todos los días se quedo en aquello, un anhelo.
Bajaron juntos del autobús, y se abrazaron como cada vez que se despedían. Era lo más cerca que podía estar de él, aunque quisiera estarlo más todavía. Volvió a sentir la necesidad de besarlo, pero sabía que no podía, no podía obligarlo a ser algo que no era. Tras despedirse volvió a casa, a esperar al día siguiente a que la historia se repitiera una y otra vez.
The streets were crowded with people while he was waiting for the bus. Some people went by, others stayed at that bus stop and many of them got on the bus that would take them home. He got on the bus when it arrived; it was packed as always, but he was counting on someone, a good friend that always saved him a seat.
He sat down next to him and talked about usual stuff: university, work, etc. superficial stuff for him because he had something else in his mind. He leant his head while listening to his friend talk. He looked at his eyes as he always did. He also looked at his hands, he loved them. The, he felt a desire of caressing his cheek and kiss him on the lips. However, as it happened everyday, it didn't happen.
They both got off the bus and hugged to say goodbye. It was the closest he could be to him even though he would have liked to be even closer. He felt the desire of kissing him again, but he knew he couldn't, he couldn't force him to be someone he wasn't. After sharing goodbyes he went back home to wait for the next day for that story to repeat again.
He sat down next to him and talked about usual stuff: university, work, etc. superficial stuff for him because he had something else in his mind. He leant his head while listening to his friend talk. He looked at his eyes as he always did. He also looked at his hands, he loved them. The, he felt a desire of caressing his cheek and kiss him on the lips. However, as it happened everyday, it didn't happen.
They both got off the bus and hugged to say goodbye. It was the closest he could be to him even though he would have liked to be even closer. He felt the desire of kissing him again, but he knew he couldn't, he couldn't force him to be someone he wasn't. After sharing goodbyes he went back home to wait for the next day for that story to repeat again.
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