You: grey shirt, backpack. You looked at me right in the eye when I got to the departure gate. I stared right back. I’m sorry I didn’t smile. It was 7 in the morning, I don’t function too well at that time. And it was also quite… unnerving, the way you stare.

When I got on the plane, you were already seated. And sleeping. Off the plane, you and I ran into each other (tell me where) and we exchanged smiles more than once.

It would have been great to talk to you and I still can’t figure out why you didn’t. Unless you’re married. Which, in that case, is good you didn’t.

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