Love-Undefined

The girl took the same train as me, on the same days, at the same time. We sat in the same cart, across the aisle from each other; never speaking, never meeting glances. On Tuesdays we were joined by a group of elderly people coming back from indoor bowls. The judgemental glances they sent her way were unmistakeable, as were the reasons behind them. Her short dark hair was cropped close to her skull, streaked with purple and styled into spikes. She wore plain t-shirts underneath men's button-up shirts left undone, men's trousers and black Converse sneakers. Her nose was pierced and a tattoo was visible beneath her rolled-up sleeve. She never