Serenity and Serendipity

Who am I? I figured that it doesn’t really matter, now that I’m standing here inside the bus. I looked at you. You were staring out the window again, but you noticed me.
I’m sure I saw you before. It was last Tuesday. We shared the same bus. I accidentally stepped on you while I was finding my seat. I mumbled “sorry,” then sat at the back. You sat beside me. We exchanged not words, just mere glances.
30 minutes ago, my journey home was interrupted when the bus broke down. Frustrated, I joined the others who were waiting for another bus. I was stressed, exhausted and heavy-eyed when we were rescued.
But I forgot who I am, even – when I stepped on the new bus. At the end of the row, there you were, looking out the window. Then finally our eyes met once more. The minutes flew. We were conversing in silence, and no one else knew. The passengers went as quickly as they came. And I stood patiently, waiting for my turn.
The bus stopped. I looked at you for the very last time in my life. I took the soulful look on your face as farewell. And I was off. I felt the evening breeze on my face;

And I remembered everything.