I thought you were beautiful, even while crying. I saw you on the curb as I walked to meet my friend for lunch. You apologized for your state, and I apologized for your apologizing. I didn't want to intrude but I wondered if petting my cat might help you. We exchanged names and talked until you were smiling. As much as I wanted to give you a better lunch than the one you lost from your father, I didn't want to take advantage of your state. So here I am. Find me if you can.
