Tree of Life by Alyssa L. Miller

I Was Crying in McCarren, You Approached
Missed Connections in Brooklyn

Dear sir,
You kindly approached me a few hours ago, as I was sitting in McCarren listening to my ipod and sulking a bit.
I feel badly, because I lied to you.
You asked if I was alright, and I said the first thing that came to mind, “passed relationship” or something.
A failed relationship was the first, most reasonable answer I could come up with as to why I was crying.
The truth is a little more complicated, and a little more difficult, or perhaps more easy, to explain to a stranger.
I just moved here a few weeks ago, and instead of feeling completely alive and invigorated and inspired like I had thought I would be living in New York City, I feel directionless. Lost. Alone.
I wish I had been less upset and able to just tell you this when you approached me, because you seem very kind and probably someone I would enjoy talking to.
Either way, thank you for making the active effort, and for asking. You’re very sweet and you did help me feel a little less alone in the great big city. Thanks :]

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

When I find messages like this one it reminds me that we never truly know the effect we may have on a “strangers” life when our paths cross. How easy it would have been to simply walk past this person (as many must have done before) without giving a glance or speaking a word. It’s easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle inside our own heads. Fortunately, some people can still open their eyes and see the humanity in front of them.