Thinking of You, My Love!
Sometimes I feel so alone
I don’t know what to do
I start thinking about you
Thinking where you might be?
I miss you for no reason; where are you?
Wondering if you ever think of me
Still waiting n’ waiting for you my love
My First Bus Ride (Alone)

January 22, 1999 (Dolly’s original writing when sixteen)
When I was sixteen I rode in a bus to see my aunt. It was the first time I rode by myself. In this ride I wanted to have fun and enjoy myself. When I was sitting in the bus a girl about twenty years old came and sat with me. When I looked at her she looked very quiet and did not want to talk with anyone.
Anyway, I asked her, “what time is it please”. She answered. After a while, she asked my name and I inquired about her. We talked about so many things. Our discussion was interesting. I was really having fun with her. After our talk when the bus stopped she left.
Now, I was sitting in the bus, thinking about our talk and how interesting it was. Whenever she left I didn’t have anything from her but the memory of unexpected delightful conversation. I learned so many things from that chance meeting. Now, it was my stop and I had to go and see my aunt. But I was no longer waiting fro my stop; I was enjoying the ride.
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