P.S.

To The Lady on the Train,

You are loved.

The Man in the Station

P.S. I still love you.

Even now...

Angel,

Eyes focused on your screen, furrowed brow, and a set jaw... You posess the look of a woman who is hurried and unhappy. You have too much to do and not enough time to do it...

I hate seeing you so stressed and worried about all that you have to do. I hate knowing that I too am an interruption to your focus needed so that you can get through all that you need to.

I don't know how to help. I don't think that I can.

Whatever it is that you want or need from me - just let me know.

But despite the hardened and time pressed countenance, despite the frustrations and the rush.. despite what almost feels like an anger, you are truly beautiful.

I wish that I could gather you up in my arms to hold you. I wish that I could take you away, take care of you and pamper you for a while... I wish that I could make the world fall away for a while and let you breath...

Even now when I see you, I rise and I fall...

Just me.

happy...

You should know that just thinking about you makes me happy.