Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:
I’m taking a bit of a vacation through July 15 so I thought it would be fun to dig through the missed connections archive and re-publish some of the gems you may not have caught the first time around. This was one of the first of many Brooklyn subway MCs I was to fall in love with. You don’t need to go to bars or clubs or fancy parties to meet that special someone – all you need to do is ride the train. 🙂
Flowergirl on the F
Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY
A tiny white flower.
So delicate and so white.
It were as if the tiny flower you held as the Brooklyn-bound F rumbled mercilessly through its subterranean channel was cherished and held close in your fingers as though you were engaged in a dreamlike subway photo shoot.
But there was no photographer. Only the tiny camera in my heart.
You noticed probably a few times that I was admiring your beauty.
At one point you smiled at me and the lens in my tiny heart camera fluttered like mad, frame after frame, and I wanted to melt.
You spoke Spanish to a woman who boarded the train in the Lower East Side probably needing directions.
You had a tiny flower.
I only wish I had a chance to hold you with such tenderness.
To touch your petals with my delicate lips.
Will I see you again?