black vans and black hair.

New York City NY

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2PM, Sunday July 18. I was waiting for the G at Metropolitan and you walked up behind me on the platform. We looked at each other. We got on the same car. You sat down and I stood. I wanted to say something. I should have said something. I understand that the likelihood of you coming here to look for me is extraordinarily slim, but the way you looked at me when I walked out made my day. Tell me what I was holding, tell me what you were wearing, so I know it's you. Let's go sit in Ft. Greene park.