I made a boo-boo

I made a boo-boo.
In simple statement, I committed a serious crime, I tried shrugging it off dismissing the thought of any consequence of my action, but my conscience keeps nudging and judging me. It’s been almost a week but still my mind is not at peace.
Ok, let me break it down to you. I was “jeje-ly” (gently) on my own way to my destination. I innocently boarded a public transit heading to the said destination; the ride was going smoothly until when our transit hit a road bump. i was flung forward head first and before I knew what was going on, my face landed on the back of the man sitting right in front of me. I lifted my face and all I could see was the print of my purple lipstick on the back of his shirt.
Immediately my breathe was seized, I was speechless. My heart was pounding and i started pondering on what my next line of action. I raised my hand in an attempt to try to wipe it off then I realize how much of a bigger mess it would make and how awkward it would turn out to be.
I then resorted to the only alternative I could come up with, which is to keep my mouth shut and pretend as though nothing happened, as I watch him getting down and going his own way oblivious of the little dynamite that I accidentally planted on his shirt. It seemed like the easier path to take but right now I can’t stop thinking about the incident. I guess the only thing I can do is to hope and pray that someone somehow informed him of the stain and that he was able to get it out OR that his wife or fiancée or girlfriend trust him enough to believe that the bright purple lipstick stain on his shirt was an accident.
I just can’t stand the thought of me being a home wrecker.