April 24th, 2013


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There was a girl on my train tonihgt. I was coming home from Rockefeller on a D. The girs came in and sat across from me, hiding her face. I still noticed her wet eyes, heavy breath and shaking chin. She was crying and she was figthing not to cry on the train. For some reason I wanted to comfort her and let her know, from my personal experience on the same train not so long ago, that it will pass, that everything will be ok. I wonder if all heart-broken girls secretly know that look and recognize it right away...