maddigan

I was waiting for the train the other day, sitting and smoking, reading my book, when a guy came over. He told me his name, and then gave me a bouquet of roses. Pink ones. It's been a long time since anyone gave me flowers.

I thanked him, and he walked away. But then he came back, and asked me if anyone had told me that they loved me today. I told him, sadly, no. So he touched me on the arm and told me "I love you."

Normally that would make me a little on edge. But, I don't know, he seemed very earnest, and I was amused and touched. Every once in awhile, people make you happy.

That, combined with the fact that I go live today, is making this a wonderful weekend.