you: pink shirt, khaki skirt, loafers- me:
Date: 2009-09-22, 4:50PM EDT
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Part 1:
My roommate came home wearing all white and said he was only stopping in for a second, but he wanted to extend some positive energy my way before he left. He dripped with joy so I guess sparing some was no sweat. I said to him, I think I’m going to post on missed connections for the first time, but how do I know it was really a missed connection? In response he asked, Well did you make eye contact? I said, Yeah, a couple times I think. To which he replied, Go for it and even if you didn’t, who cares? What do you have to lose? I agreed, we embraced and he was off.
Part 2:
At Park Street you bounded onto the train wearing a striped pink shirt, khaki skirt, and loafers (maybe) – dress that did all it could to hold onto summer. You unabashedly read the notebook of the lady to your left between curious glances around the train – movements that assured a future of wonderfully unexpected situations.
I held a book too fat to hold comfortably and wore deep lines in my upper calves left by high sitting socks my father had just sent my way – lines of a life I leave as soon as I can each day. Left to grasp onto fleeting warmth as best I can each day.
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