You got on the 5 train at the Franklin stop (I think) this morning. I made space, you sat beside me and our arms kept brushing up against one another the whole ride to 59th. As pathetic as it sounds the whole experience was kinda comforting, especially given how stressed I've been lately. I don't know if it made you feel anything too, but in the SLIM chance that you see this, tell me what color my nails are?
