You clueless, infuriating idiot. It's been almost a year now since I told you that I had a crush on you, and you never answered with so much as a yes, no, go to hell, whatever. But I still talk to you. You still invite me to your parties. And one of these days I might even make it to one. Did you know that I almost kissed you once, back in Grand Central Station the first time I saw you in New York. I had to leave, back to Penn Station, and you walked to the subway with me. I turned around and you were still standing there, I almost ran back to you. But the train came and you left. The next time I see you, I might just do that. To hell with "what if" and subway trains. I may or may not warn you half a second before I do so. I guess I'll see you later...in Grand Central...walking into Penn Station as I'm walking out...In Delaware...in the back of my mind...