Yesterday, Sunday, I saw you standing with your friend under the BQE, waiting to cross Meeker, wearing a college sweatshirt -I can’t remember what it said because I was too busy looking at your face. You were wearing dark jeans with running shoes, and you had slightly reddish blonde hair and great dark blue eyes. We looked straight at each other while we crossed the street. I was wearing a dark green baseball hat with a pigeon on it, long brown hair in yoga pants and a sweater with a scorpion on it. I wish I’d looked back at you and said something, told you how cute you are. Or at least given you a smile.
