Dear not-really-my-type almost, You've got these really broad shoulders. And biceps. And triceps. And muscles you've worked out on but I don't know names of. You're attractive. And this is in saying, I'm not really fond of muscular frames. I still find you attractive. It's weird, really. You had zero regard as to the fact that other people in our compartment are not into your kind of music, blasting your favorite songs in full volume. I had to intervene, told you to use your damn earphones. But you were so genial. Accepting your mistake. Correcting it. Apologising for it. Later on, we shared a few laughs too. Sharing the same amusement for the co traveler's weird antics. Like, cleaning the seats profusely. Or, snoring in the middle of the night. You even lent me a hand as I was about to slip and fall. Thank you. God, you're strong. You're not really my kind of person, but I would have wanted a chance at something more than a travelling acquaintance with you in some other scenario. Despite your brazen overview, you're kind. I think so. I would like to know you better. But, be careful what you wish for, the saying goes, right? To, A Certain Almost (3) I could be wrong. And the kindness could be a facade. #toacertainalmost
