New York City
This morning, 2/20. We both got on at 63rd and Lex. You had the lightest eyes I've ever seen. You stuck out to me like a sore thumb with no headphones, frazzled wet hair, and chiseled jaw line. You stood in the center of the car in a navy Columbia jacket around 8:30 a.m. Me, a long black coat with light brown hair to my shoulders and a small nose ring. I caught your eye a time or two. I stood next to you until I reluctantly got off at Brooklyn Bridge. I hope we see each other again some day.
Posted: Tuesday. February 20, 2024.
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