“Shh. Listen”

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“Can’t you hear it?”

“Hear What? I can’t hear anything.”

“Except.”

“Except what?”

“Except the silence!”

“Well. I can’t hear any noise. So I suppose I can hear silence, yeah.”

“Don’t you find it odd? The silence.”

“I don’t know. I didn’t notice until you mentioned it.”

“But we’ve slept here a hundred times. In this subway. ”

“Yes. We have. We have no choice.”

“And we NEVER wake up to silence. There’s a city overhead! People. Taxis. Buses. Trains. Not silence!”

“Maybe we’re dead!”

“No. Not us. We aren’t silent. Maybe they’re dead!”

“Should we go check?”

“No. It’s cold. Go back under your blankets. Go back to sleep .”

“But the dead people? The silent dead people...”

“Go back to sleep. They’ll still be dead in an hour.”

I'm a bit afraid.

A bit afraid that I've fallen in love with an idea of the person I want. So close, so so far nonetheless. Is it love? Or is it the excitement of the chase?

When I look at you, I see light. Ridiculous, I know. You remind me so often.

You're above the rest, hopefully not just in my head.

Short Story with A Happy Ending – Part I

Mary Anne and Blake,

Met on an island and kissed,

And they fell in love.

Short Story with A Happy Ending – Part II

They raised three children,

Lived a life filled with comfort,

As did their children.

Short Story with A Happy Ending – Part III

Fifty years have passed.

Children grown, now with their own,

And lovers still love.

I met someone online, under particularly peculiar and almost embarassing circumstances. It started with a simple line to break the ice and now I feel like I've met someone that I'm lucky to know. Of course, we've never met and maybe I don't really know her. But I want to. Right from the start I felt an indescrible energy. It was like speaking to someone that I was born to know. I believe sometimes the universe throws people into your life to teach you something. To teach you how to love, how to struggle, how to forgive, etc. This person that I've met seems to be filled with sunshine, more than I've ever known. I get the sense, that whatever lesson comes from talking to her is one that I'm going to hold onto forever. I thought maybe it would be love, but three is a crowd. Maybe I can be taught to love in other ways. Taught to love someone for every part of who they are, even their other half. Maybe I will learn heartbreak, or mistrust, or judgement. It's going to have to be something incredible though. She's incredible.

Only a few days have passed and I know the world is lucky to have her in it.

I know she makes people better.

She is a perfect stranger.