I got on at Bergen street. We were smiling at each other. I wrote my number down on a piece of paper but didn’t get a chance to give it to you. You got off at Times sq and signed at me through the window to meet at the next stop. I thought you meant the next express stop, but I didn’t see you there. Kicking myself for not getting off the train when you did. Tell me what kind of hat you were wearing or the color of your socks.
Posted: Thursday. April 30, 2026.
