We were both on the Green Line this morning. When I got on the train, I accidentally stepped on your toe. You screamed, yet I could sense the attraction underneath. When I turned, I poked you in the eye with my umbrella. I said I was sorry, but you still called me some nasty names. Even so, I knew you liked me.
We got off the train together - you directly in front of me. I was lighting a cigarette as I descended from the train, lost my footing, and fell to the ground, crushing you beneath me. My lighter set your hair on fire. As the paramedics lifted you into the ambulance, you looked at me with a twinkle in your eye. Or maybe it was the umbrella injury.
If you read this, perhaps from your hospital bed, please reply. I'd like to take you bungee-jumping.