We met on the subway in the dying light of a Monday in January. It was actually the middle of the summertime, summertime with all the windows open, but everything is more romantic in the winter. The only words I heard you speak were Fuck and I hope this subway crashes before I get home to someone on the phone. I imagine that it's your brother or sister and you are very close. Your headphones were a very nice metallic pink. I thought that they had several elements similar to the common stomach medicine. Very Pepto Bismolic.
I liked you because you were not afraid to look at me when I was looking at you very intensely just in case I go blind and you are the last thing I see. Trying to imprint your face into my head.
I am just fucking around. I've never been brave enough to look beautiful in the eye. I was ready for you to kill me but you did not, and for that, I am grateful.
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