I saw you today (Thurs 10th April) on the 97 bus, coming out of Sheffield centre, at around 4.50pm. The bus was packed and we were both standing up. You are somewhere between 24 and 35 years old at my best guess. You have short dark brown hair, and very striking eyes that are pale bluish green. You were wearing a leather jacket, black combats, black trainers, and carrying a sports rucksack. I was the tall girl in the beige coat and Converse shoes. I have dark hair with a fringe. I was wearing glasses. The moment we saw each other, I felt very sure that I knew you or that I was supposed to know you (this is not as weird as it sounds - I am a sensitive and tend to pick up on things with people). We held each other’s gaze for an uncomfortably long time and I found myself thinking about Jeff Tweedy, martial arts, and the name Ryan, if those mean anything – they may not. I feel like it’s important that I talk to you. You got off the bus on London Road. If you read this, please get in touch.

PS - I realise this is a bit crazy. I am not crazy. I'm just annoyed I didn't at least ask your name.

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