Eventful Journey Home

So I was over at Kari's last night, hiding from my mother, and having a Fruits Basket-a-thon (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATSOHARU'SACOW!!!!) and ODing on fast food and Skittles. After waking up today at 3:30 pm, we finished watching the DVD's and I went home. At Marlborough Station, I bumped into Ahmed from Drama Society, who I've seen a few times since May on sheer coincidence. We chatted for a while and then I hopped the train home. It was one of the new trains, where all the seats face once direction. I got in the first car in the door furthest from the front, and all the seats where facing the back of the train. I chose an empty seat plat-form side, and we were off to Rundle. I was looking out the window, thinking about nothing in particular, and we pulled in to Rundle Station.
Here's the weird part.
As the train was stopped, and I was staring blankly not really looking at anything, movement outside of the window got my attention. A guy, probably about 18 or 19, with curly brown hair and a nice-looking face had put his hard hat down on the platform, and his Asian friend was just watching him. He walked up to the window, looked at me, put two fingers together against the glass, and drew a big heart with his fingers around my head. I thought for a moment it was someone I knew, but it was a complete stranger. When his fingers met again at the bottom of the heart, I was looking up at him with what must have been a look of mild confusion and surprise on my face. Then I smiled. Not even a really big smile, just the corners of my mouth turning up in the way you smile when a stranger does something nice for you. A little but polite smile. It was the strangest thing. There wasn't even any real reaction from me after that, either. I was trying to figure out why a complete stranger would stop and draw a heart around my head. Presumable I didn't look as hellish as I thought I would after a night of sheer crazyness what with the sugarfest and not having a toothbrush or washing my face, and wearing a dress that could do with an iron. It was really nice...it sort of made my day, I suppose. It may have just been a joke on his part, but when he turned to pick up his hat, neither he nor his friend were laughing. In fact, his friend looked as confused as I did. However, flattering though it was, I still felt, still feel a little strange and I don't really know why. Maybe because it made me miss the someone who has my heart. Just a little.
Anyway, I'm off to shower. Sayonara!

Musical Quote of the Day

"Now that you're gone
Who am I without you now?
I can't go on
Just wanna be with you"

-Enrique Iglesius Title: I Just Wanna Be With You
Keeping in mind that I really don't like Enrique Iglesius, I just like this one song. It seems appropriate. Except maybe not quite so sappy and desperate. Just a teensy bit, I swear!