The train I missed left me waiting on the platform in the rain, rush-hour commuters splashing past. Then you offered me your umbrella, half-an-hour of conversation, and a smile so warm it could melt chocolate. Now, somewhere between A and B, on an express bound for home, I realise I’ve missed you too.
‘That was the missed moment. I should have put out a hand and taken her arm and said, “Here I am. Ask me. Now. The real question! Tell me. While I’m here. Ask me before it’s too late.”’
- J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country