Different viewer

"You waited for my bus to arrive, then rode the bicycle. You followed the bus until our ways parted. You could not see I was watching from the rear seat of the bus. I followed your diminishing figure, my eyes sometimes losing you, then finding you under the street lamp, traveling with you till you became a speck that only my imagination could claim you."
This is a part of a letter I received long long time ago when I perhaps first realized the power of writing and how things look to a different observer. I still remember the whole lines. If you are not so impressed it is because of my translation, sorry.