36 Minutes at Vauxhall

36 min waiting, platform 8, Vauxhall to Epsom.
Loads of beautiful people passing by… but then there’s that one — the one you feel your whole life in.

She comes next to me, we look at each other — I’m melting. Beautiful Asian girl, I’m done.
And me? Nothing special, especially after 12 hours in the kitchen.

I turn around, she’s gone. I wanted to talk, but something held me back.
Train still 18 min away, I’m listening to music, half dancing… guess who’s next to me again.
Now I’m in that dilemma — crash and burn, or maybe something real.

We share a few looks, but I feel like I gave off creep vibes, so I bailed.
Would love to meet her again. She gave me that feeling — all or nothing.
Haven’t felt that in a long time.