@unrisede
A waffle cart in the subway station. “Waffles & Whispers” is run by a college student who writes poems on napkins and slips them into your order. I got one today:
“You don’t have to be fixed to be loved.
Just show up.
Even sticky.
Even messy.
Especially then.”
Her waffles are crispy outside, custardy inside, topped with caramelized apples and a hint of cardamom. I ate mine on the train. Cried. Shared the napkin with a stranger. She smiled. We didn’t speak. But we both knew.
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