I knew.
I knew she would ask me if I thought about her during my day.
She did.
I told her when I wanted to retreat from everything else, when I got tired of thinking how fucked up people were and wallowing in self imposed cynicism, I thought of her to break through the noise. It was, in my opinion, a selfish thing to do on my part.
I could tell by the way she smiled at me that she didn’t agree.
And now I’m on that train again…thinking of her.
I’m smiling.




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