A daily journey. A brief encounter. A thousand stories.
There is a picture in my head. It looks like an old photograph. I am a Romanticist.
And in this picture, this image, I look just like Celia Johnson. I look just like Sophia Loren. I am a black and white image. I am standing on the platform. I am standing in the rain.
And I say something like…
“Kiss me as though you might never see my face again.”