I saw her again for the first time in weeks. I don’t know where she had been. I don’t know why she was here again. But she was here again. I knew she’d gravitate toward me—sit next to me, in fact. I moved my bag over before she was even close. She deserved the space and all of it. Unfortunately, no words were exchanged—again—but I know we could feel each other’s presence. That must have been enough, for words would have come out if it had not been. It was sad that we were both on our phones for as long as we were, but who’s to say that that’s not how things should’ve exactly been? We’re inspired to act, or not, and either way is alright. I’m just glad to have seen her again. I know she can say the same about myself.