Odd but true

Sometimes I think my future-ex understands me better than most people in the world do. At least that's how I felt when he met my train last night smiling his crooked smile, and held me very tightly and kissed the top of my beautiful curly dark-red (for now) hair, deep in the guts of dank late-night Penn Station.

I didn't have to explain, and it was lovely.

There had to be a reason, really, we were so together for so long; at least it wasn't all for naught.