58 results found in Missed Connections, Pennsylvania

You were reading Murakami and sipping iced coffee at 7:45 am. We exchanged glances as the train lurched at Canal St—I spilled my tea, you smiled. If you felt that tiny spark, let’s try not to miss our stop next time.

You were reading Murakami and sipping iced coffee at 7:45 am. We exchanged glances as the train lurched at Canal St—I spilled my tea, you smiled. If you felt that tiny spark, let’s try not to miss our stop next time.

Friday afternoon, you sat next to me on a bench near Bethesda Fountain, filling out a crossword. You helped me with “12 Down” and smiled shyly when we finished. Wish I’d asked your name—maybe we can finish another puzzle together?

At 8:30 this morning, your bagel escaped its paper bag and rolled toward me. We both chased it, laughing—then traffic separated us and your breakfast was lost forever. Let’s split a bagel (or two) and continue laughing?

You were reading Murakami and sipping iced coffee at 7:45 am. We exchanged glances as the train lurched at Canal St—I spilled my tea, you smiled. If you felt that tiny spark, let’s try not to miss our stop next time.

You were reading Murakami and sipping iced coffee at 7:45 am. We exchanged glances as the train lurched at Canal St—I spilled my tea, you smiled. If you felt that tiny spark, let’s try not to miss our stop next time.

You sang quietly to yourself while waiting for your bagel, turning my mundane Monday morning into something magical. I was the guy in the Mets cap who wished he had the courage to join in. If you see this, maybe we can harmonize together—with bagels on the side?

You accidentally dropped your purple scarf near Bethesda Fountain, and I chased after you but couldn’t catch up before you disappeared into the crowd. If you’re missing your scarf and remember the out-of-breath stranger waving it overhead—maybe we can exchange stories and lost things over cider?

You stood clutching your bright orange umbrella on a packed L train, reading Murakami and smiling shyly when our eyes met. I was the guy with the blue headphones who almost missed his stop watching you laugh at your book. Coffee sometime, if fate lets our commutes cross again?

You sang quietly to yourself while waiting for your bagel, turning my mundane Monday morning into something magical. I was the guy in the Mets cap who wished he had the courage to join in. If you see this, maybe we can harmonize together—with bagels on the side?

You accidentally dropped your purple scarf near Bethesda Fountain, and I chased after you but couldn’t catch up before you disappeared into the crowd. If you’re missing your scarf and remember the out-of-breath stranger waving it overhead—maybe we can exchange stories and lost things over cider?

You stood clutching your bright orange umbrella on a packed L train, reading Murakami and smiling shyly when our eyes met. I was the guy with the blue headphones who almost missed his stop watching you laugh at your book. Coffee sometime, if fate lets our commutes cross again?