R for Romantic

Love makes me happy.

Tonight I watched a couple rush into the R train before the conductor closed the doors. Without being aggressive or the least bit obnoxious, the man pulled his lady closer to him and started caressing her shoulder in a non-sexual way.

The lady nonchalantly stood in front of him while he stands nonchalantly—simply caressing her shoulders. I thought to myself, “What a romantic.” And then I teared.

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