One Way, Please

I think, if I remember correctly, that I took the subway when I was 17. My parents always warned me to get on/get off at the right stop. Then I met him. And that platform was now a world of a love life that I didn't even realize would change me.

His name, let's call it Tony, mostly because if I write this and keep having to type the same name it will break me.

But he was riding on the same route as I was...I was very young - but old enough to know.

When he asked me what I was reading, I thought maybe he was a sweetheart. He told me everything I wanted to hear, and my young heart ate that all up.

An hour-long ride was all that it took to make me believe that he was a great man.

Let's bring it forward 2 years later,

"How did you get that black eye?"

"I took the subway."