New York City
You wear a brown Corduroy jacket your gorgeous brunette locks over your jacket you read a beige book by an Ann something or other and I can?t overcome my paralysis to speak with you. I sit across from you and steal furtive glances but it?s not enough. I want to know your name, your age, your hobbies interests. I?m entranced by your elegant wine colored painted nails. You bump into me on your way out as my bag was sticking out. I could only muster an apology barely audible as you leave at Columbia university stop I look at you as you ascend the stairs and I think, this is it she?s gone and I can?t see her again because I didn?t speak up.
Posted: Friday. April 05, 2024.
start a private conversation.