Today I read the missed connections.
A man was writing to a woman. She asked him what the difference was between the N and R train routes. She wore a blue coat, a blue dress, and blue boots.
The man writes about how he wants to spend his life with her. He has lost all taste for other women.
Subjectively, she was tall and classy. Objectively, she wore all blue.
This seemed important to me, as the beloved mystery woman was dressed as all people were dressed in a dream I had. Only blue.
I wonder if is lovely to be her. I wonder if you can be strengthened by love you are not aware of. He is actively pining. Expending energy typing, wishing, dreaming.
What real reaction can a dream expect?
She stopped to ask him for directions once. It was 2014.