It was just another of those lazy Saturday mornings in New York. After a long Friday night, we got up early to catch the 2 pm Broadway show. It was a rather unusual silent morning. We hadn't spoken much since morning and were just in our own worlds.
We got in the subway station and like always I gave him my phone and wallet to hold on. The train came, we got in. The Speaker went 'Stand clear of the closing doors please.' I turned around to ask where do we get off. He wasn't there. I turned the other way, No trace. I couldn't believe this. He was out of sight. I freaked out. I can't express what I went through. It was the thought of losing someone. I didn't care that I didn't have a phone or a purse. I didn't care if I didn't know where the train was going, or where was I supposed to get off. I didn't know what to do, and before I knew I blanked out. Next thing I remember was a guy looking from the next car in the train, and giving me a reassuring smile. And with that smile I gained consciousness. Next station, he got into my car, and I was breathing again!
Side Note:The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.