The N-train is crowded today but I can see the two of you between the handbags and denim covered legs that fill the space between us. You and the woman who stands in front of your seat speak in quiet tones somehow able to hear one another over the din of the train and the boisterous conversations all around you. The two of you are lost in one another. I imagine your love as fresh and new. At least that's what is written on your face. I cannot actually see the face of the other woman, but I do see yours, and that look is not to be mistaken. She has just reached out to touch your face in a tender caress, pushing a non-existent wisp of hair that might have fallen across your brow. It is only an excuse to touch you, and you welcome it with a wide grin. She leans in and you share a quick kiss as the train pulls into the station and she departs. You watch her exit, and then sit back closing your eyes for a moment. A new crowd shuffles in, and a stranger takes her place in front of you. A smile stays on your lips as the train lurches back into motion. I lose sight of you in the closing throng.
How odd. At first it felt kind of weird, but my girlfriend and I talked about it and we agree that what you "photoed" of us is very sweet and we thank you. We've been together for about a week. What you saw and wrote is pretty much right on target. Pretty nice trick. We're sending our friends here to see it.
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