Pat Mahurr
Pun intended
True story, ya’ll. I have not embellished the facts.
On the train this morning it was standing room only. I’m right beside this 20-something couple. He has long black locks, a short mustache and goatee. Dark skinned, about 6’3, bright eyes. Fiiine, IMO. She’s about 5’4, medium brown skinned, with red locks. Her only make up is a beautiful red lipstick. The both are dressed for office work.
They can’t take their eyes off each other.
He’s holding on to the rail overhead, she’s holding on to him. They sway together when the train rocks, and she pretends they’re dancing.
She says, “Tell me you love me.”
He says, “You know how I feel about you.”
She says, “I want you to say it.” She tucks a lock behind his ear and smiles up at him.
And brace yourself, ya’ll. He looks her in the eyes and he says this:
“I love everything about you. The way you walk, the way you talk. The way you say my name and smile. I love the way you move me, the way you soothe me and talk to me softly in bed at night. I like seeing your face when you open your eyes in the morning. I don’t want to miss a moment of the time you exist.”
Some other passengers, myself included, start to giggle and look away.
At this point, the girl is pretty much inside out. You could see her soul floating on the ceiling (ok, slight embellishment).
“Now do you know how I feel?” he says, never breaking eye contact with her.
She nods and kisses him passionately.
People are giggling uncomfortably.
The train stops. He says “Imma be thinking about you at work today.” She hesitates before pulling away from him to step off the train alone. She looks like she is about to faint. People push past her to get on the train. She stands there on the platform watching the doors close with a blissful look on her face.
Mr. Dreadlocks is still holding on to the rail. A woman in her fifties looks at him smiling and says “Man. I love that song.” Then the giggling starts. An older gentleman says “Yeah, That was my jam.” Another woman says “We played that at my wedding.” Mr. Dreadlocks breaks out in a big grin and says “I was hoping she hadn’t heard it before. I meant it, though.”
The older guy starts singing, and a few of us chimed in for a line or two.
I hope he’ll do right by her.
On the train this morning it was standing room only. I’m right beside this 20-something couple. He has long black locks, a short mustache and goatee. Dark skinned, about 6’3, bright eyes. Fiiine, IMO. She’s about 5’4, medium brown skinned, with red locks. Her only make up is a beautiful red lipstick. The both are dressed for office work.
They can’t take their eyes off each other.
He’s holding on to the rail overhead, she’s holding on to him. They sway together when the train rocks, and she pretends they’re dancing.
She says, “Tell me you love me.”
He says, “You know how I feel about you.”
She says, “I want you to say it.” She tucks a lock behind his ear and smiles up at him.
And brace yourself, ya’ll. He looks her in the eyes and he says this:
“I love everything about you. The way you walk, the way you talk. The way you say my name and smile. I love the way you move me, the way you soothe me and talk to me softly in bed at night. I like seeing your face when you open your eyes in the morning. I don’t want to miss a moment of the time you exist.”
Some other passengers, myself included, start to giggle and look away.
At this point, the girl is pretty much inside out. You could see her soul floating on the ceiling (ok, slight embellishment).
“Now do you know how I feel?” he says, never breaking eye contact with her.
She nods and kisses him passionately.
People are giggling uncomfortably.
The train stops. He says “Imma be thinking about you at work today.” She hesitates before pulling away from him to step off the train alone. She looks like she is about to faint. People push past her to get on the train. She stands there on the platform watching the doors close with a blissful look on her face.
Mr. Dreadlocks is still holding on to the rail. A woman in her fifties looks at him smiling and says “Man. I love that song.” Then the giggling starts. An older gentleman says “Yeah, That was my jam.” Another woman says “We played that at my wedding.” Mr. Dreadlocks breaks out in a big grin and says “I was hoping she hadn’t heard it before. I meant it, though.”
The older guy starts singing, and a few of us chimed in for a line or two.
I hope he’ll do right by her.
I was thinking dang you've got a good memory!
That is so sweet though, even if he borrowed that from a song.
. She was sooo happy! I couldn’t burst her bubble.
. I can’t imagine what it would have been like to witness something like that. It’s surreal. And all of you singing at the end too 
