Just 3 more stops.
3 more stops and I'm out of here.
3 more stops and I'll have my chance.

This could be my last opportunity.
And I will not let it slip away from me.
Failure is not an option.

Just 2 more stops.
2 more stops and I must follow through.
2 more stops and I can face my deepest fear.

I refuse to be afraid this time.
I've planned exactly how things will go.
Nothing can go wrong; nothing.

Just 1 more stop.
1 more stop and I'm having second thoughts.
1 more stop and my stomach is telling me no.

Maybe I should wait a bit longer.
Next week perhaps?
Yes, that sounds perfect.

No more stops.
No more stops and she puts her mirror and her lipstick away.
No more stops and she's gone from my life once again.
No more stops, but why is it that I'm still in my seat?