It’s too easy to fall in love in the city during Spring—there is too much skin. A small tattoo peaking past a sleeve, a patch of pale skin revealed after months of hibernation. After months of gray, out come sun dresses and t-shirts and suddenly I realize how beautiful everyone is under their layers of coats and sweaters and hats and scarves.
So I fall in love with you. And you. And you. 500 times a day, in parks, on public transit, on sidewalks and stairwells.
I wonder if you love me, too?
-Anon.