I caught your eye on the 59th st. platform downtown at about 1PM on Thursday Feb. 6 but quickly looked away because I’m dreadfully prone to staring. You looked like all my former situationships, so I moved to the middle of the platform to protect my heart. There was a homeless man in the car I wanted to sit in so I ended up moving to the next car over. After a few minutes I ended up sitting across from you. I think you kept stealing glances at me too. You were wearing fingerless gloves (weird) and had extremely dirty white Reeboks. This is the girl with the brown glasses. I wish I would’ve cut through the train silence and given you my number.