We met at the Amtrak food court, she tapped me on the shoulders to watch her bags and then we talked for about 10-20 mins. I never stopped thinking about that encounter, it was a few days after a funeral. It was the first time I was back in New York City exploring by myself. I remember your blonde hair and your face kind of glowing at the time. The immediate regret I felt when I walked out of the station after you left for the train has haunted me for the past 7+ months. That was the catalyst for everything that happened this year for me. So much has happened, and I have changed as a person quite a bit. Even though we're strangers, I really want to tell you all about it. And I really want to know what your year was like. I look for you every time I'm in the city. People tell me I'm stupid for still thinking about you. But you became the symbol of hope that I lost and have been trying to find. I wonder if you even think about me. Please let us meet again.