He is someone I always see and talk to on the subway but today, it seems like he's not here. He's just a stranger but I don't know why am I looking for him at the moment.

I plopped down on the bench beside a post and looked around. Students, some professional doctors and nurses and workers waiting for the train to come. I'm one of those students who goes to school by the train.

A long beep was heard through the subway, signalling that the train is arriving. Seconds passed, the train arrived and automatically, the doors opened. I stood up and was about to walk but I can't. Something is holding me.

I sat down again on the bench and heaved a sigh. Why do I feel sad and lonely at the moment? Is this how that stranger affects me?

Maybe it's because I usually see him. I always see him everyday. His usual suit and tie and the brown brief case he opened once in front of me so I can see the things inside. I guess I really know him. His stories which never fail to amuse me. I believed and trusted him even though I don't know a thing about his name.

I looked around once again, hoping I can see a sight of him. Unfortunately, I didn't.

I bit my lower lip and sighed inwardly, my disappointment showing. I looked at my wristwatch and saw the short arm pointing at the number 7 and the long arm pointing the dot between the number 11 and 12. If I take the next train, I will arrive at the school late.