For the past couple of years, we’ve often shared the same late-night commute. We usually catch the downtown 1, 2, or 3 train from 96th Street, then transfer at 14th Street to the Brooklyn-bound L toward Canarsie–Rockaway Parkway. Your stop is Wilson Avenue, while mine is all the way at the end of the line.
I’ve always wanted to say hello, but I held back because I never wanted to bother you—especially when you have your headphones on or are focused on your phone—and I also wasn’t sure if you’re into men or single.

If you’ve noticed me, I’m the bespectacled, chubby Black guy you often see at these stations and on those trains. I just wanted to let you know that I find you incredibly attractive and that you’ve been on my mind more than you know. I hope you somehow come across this message, and if our paths cross again on the train, you’re more than welcome to say hi, if you interested.