to the gorgeous pakistani man with tattoos and facial piercings i chatted with last night on the q46, you've been on my mind all day. i keep thinking about how your hand felt clasped around mine after we shook hands and you didn't let go, and the giddiness i felt when you told me i had a pure soul. i wish i hadn't let my insecurities get in the way of telling you i thought you were beautiful sooner. maybe if i had initiated the conversation even a minute or two earlier, i could've gotten your number before you had to get off at your stop.
in the very unlikely event you see this cry out into the void of the internet, tell me what stop you got off at and which of my tattoos you told me you liked. otherwise, i hope our paths cross again one day. au revoir beautiful stranger.