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I was on the L train earlier today and there was this guy who kept on looking at me and I can’t help but smile but he wouldn’t smile back and then I saw him got up on his feet like he was going to walk up to me. I got a bit excited but also nervous, almost similar to that feeling when you’re first meeting someone you met online, you know? But then I realized that he had to get off at the next stop, and we couldn’t talk, so I guess he will just remain forever known as “the mysterious beautiful stranger on the L train.”

If you ask me, I actually prefer it this way.