A New York Moment

Tuesday evening on my way home from work I spied a stranger glance. As I boarded my train, I was not alone, the stranger and I shared a direction. As I have been doing lately I concentrated on my writings and seldomly glanced at my surroundings. When I did look up from my pad I would make brief eye contact with the stranger.
Now y mind is juggling the ideas I scramble to write and the mystery that lie within this strangers eyes. I get a burst of new words, sentences I must write and I ignore the world. I finally look up and before me is a very tall and handsome and intriguing man. He has the look of a professional making his way to someplace familiar. I admire his features and immediately think of what he must feel like to have everyone look him the moment he stands, and see his height more than anything else. I hope that this does not affect him and I think of telling him: Hey don't worry what others are thinking, for as much as they gawk you should know at least one of us is an admirer.
As I think this we arrive at his station and soon he is lost in the crowd. Looking away I realize that the stranger is still with me and once again we make eye contact. We are soon coming to my stop, and now I see him approaching me, I assume he is exiting at the next stop.
He is not exiting but rather coming to me, acknowledging all the times we've made eye contact. I remove my head phones and we start talking:

Stranger: Did you get on the train on canal street?
Me: Yes I did, that's where I got on the train.
Stranger: Since Canal Street have you fallen in love?
Me: I was already in love before Canal Street.
Stranger: Ok. Since Canal Street have you fallen in love again?
Me: No I have not fallen in love again, I did see someone who I found interesting.
Stranger: Ah ha, your eyes do not lie, I could see the story they were telling, I saw your eyes when he got up and I must say good taste.
Me: *chuckles* yes he was very attractive, but I believe my eyes were already telling a story I already knew. They showed love because I felt and it existed within me before this instance. I actually did have a thought I wanted to share with him but I did not.
Stranger: Interesting, I believe the eyes do not lie and yours told me a story.

We continued our conversation and introduced ourselves. It seems that this stranger is named Edward and he has his own story. The part that i know is this, he is working on his timidness and approaching strangers for chats is one method of therapy. He was very appreciative of my willingness to speak with him and to actually engage him. I am very appreciative of his courage and for that brief New York City moment where two people connected on a shared experience.

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