We locked eyes on the 1 train—briefly, but enough for me to forget everything else. I was in a plaid suit with a white dress shirt allowing my tattoos to peek out from the rolled up sleeves, curly hair, leaning against the unopened doors. You had corded headphones, a white sleeveless top, blue jeans, and your hair was tied back neatly. You stepped on, and I couldn’t look away.

We both got off at 14th to transfer to the 2. You stood next to me as we waited, and I felt the glances we shared. I wanted to say something, but I froze. We stood close again on the 2 train, you playing a game on your phone, me trying to find words. As we neared Wall Street, I caught you looking—just as I was staring at the doors to exit, unsure.

You kept riding. I got off, and instantly regretted not speaking. If you're out there and remember this too, I’d love a second chance.