Some of our best kisses were underground as we rode the train into the city. The tunnel was a safe haven to show your affection. You pulled me close, told me you loved me, you held me tight and kissed me.
When the train arrived at the station you were afraid to show your affection. You emerged not holding my hand, but walking next to me, not too close, sometimes a little ahead of me, afraid to show the world you were with me.
I have learned that what happens above ground is what is important. In life and in love. Don’t be afraid to tell the world that you are in love, whether above ground or below.