March 23, 2005
A couple broke up across from me on the train today. They were both middle aged and kind of frumpy, her dressed in a bulky sweater, him wearing an ill-fitting trench-coat over some kind of novelty sweatshirt. She was soaking up her tears in a tiny shred of a napkin while he kept repeating the phrase "It'll be OK. We'll still be friends like we always were." She'd stare out the window for a moment as the city streaked by outside, and then would turn to him and say, "I'm just not sure I understand why." And he would glance up at the train map, hunting for his stop that wasn't coming soon enough.