You were wearing a purplish beret, reading a magazine and had beautiful striking eyes (they looked gray/ blue from my view).

I got on the train in Brooklyn at around 10am. After the people shuffling I ended up standing in front of you. I was the guy with the long hair wearing a blue blazer. Our eyes met a couple of times, I really wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything. You got off at Broadway and I spent the rest of the commute kicking myself.

Hope you're reading this, I'd like to grab coffee sometime.