Dear Man Praying On The Train,
I’m sorry I keep staring. I promise I don’t have problems. The careful way you’re holding your holy book and the rhythmic movement of your lips are mesmerizing. I find myself wondering if you pray on the subway every morning, and how many times you’ve read through that book. I wish you all the best. It takes a certain kind of bravery to do what you’ve doing.
The chick writing across from you.