Toronto was in love yesterday. A boy held a single yellow rose on an afternoon subway ride. His fingers clenched and unclenched the stem as his eyes darted around around around. I wondered who was on the receiving end of this single yellow rose and if they would kiss or simply hug hello. A couple sat close together on an evening subway ride. She rested her head on his shoulder and a bouquet of flowers in her lap. He kissed her forehead before laying his head on top of hers. Another couple sat close together on a nighttime subway ride. She couldn't stop smiling as she told a story I couldn't quite hear and he couldn't look away from her or stop smiling either.
I walked home alone and spent my night with a slice of apple pie and a cup of tea.
But during that afternoon subway ride and that evening subway ride and even that nighttime subway ride, I missed. I couldn't help it as much as I didn't, and still don't, want to. My fingers clenched and unclenched air as my head felt heavy and needed somewhere to rest.