I just want to think about the smile in his voice, and how he called instead of texting, and how he asked if it was okay, and how he said I was his favorite person.. It’s like I’m watching a movie I’ve already seen before. Or watching a car crash in slow motion.. Or sitting on the train, waiting for that moment between Court Square and Queensboro Plaza when the train comes up for air and you see the skyline and everything is all right in the world.. Maybe it could be like that.