it's always the last thing you see.

it’s always the last thing you see -
after he's been sitting across from you in a suit for almost eight stops on the subway
and he’s smiling at you and you’re too scared to smile back.

it’s always the last thing you see -
after he asks you where you’re headed
and if anyone has ever told you that you have the most extraordinary eyes.

it’s always the last thing you see -
after you, for a split second actually think this could be the beginning of a great New York love story you’ve been hoping for,
the wedding ring.