Bronx bound D Train, ~11:30 pm - To the cutie in the green American Eagle sweatshirt: You and your friend were making your way home from a concert and I was headed home from work. I was sitting by door with my bag and a pizza box on my lap. You both came over and stood by me. I could immediately tell something was different about you both; you exuded a kind energy not often found on the train at that hour. When I overheard that your friend had a sprained ankle, I gave him my seat and three of us exchanged a few words before all getting off at 125th. I wish I’d said more to you. If you see this, just know that I wish I’d said more or had asked for your number/insta so I could ask you for a drink :,)