I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And though my chances of finding you this way feels impossibly slim, here I am.

Now hear me out, riding in an ambulance with my daughter, reeling from the shock of her fracture, was probably the worst possible time to notice someone. And yet, there you were, calm, kind, & effortlessly charming. Maybe it was just your nature, maybe I’m just being foolish, but there was something about the way you smiled, the way your hands found my hips to steady me up as I climbed into the ambulance, the scent of your cologne that still lingers if I close my eyes and imagine hard enough.

You sat with us in the back of a baby-blue ambulance, I think it was Ambulnz. You dropped your phone. You jammed to songs I wouldn’t have expected you to know. And for a moment, amid the chaos, I found myself wishing I had said something more.

If by some miracle, you’re reading this, I’d love to connect again. This time, maybe somewhere other than the back of an ambulance?

(Woodhull/Bellevue on 3/7-3/8)