subway sweet.

i was sitting on the 6 train headed back uptown. it was spaciously quiet, everyone having more than enough room to sprawl out vs. just a couple of hours ago when my experience on the downtown train was jam packed such that railing was unnecessary and actually impossible to reach. at that time, 3 or 4 people and the door all sufficiently squeezed me tight in place. in any case, so i'm on my way back uptown. the train pulls into a station. the doors open. after a moments pause, the couple standing alongside the wall slowly approach the open doors. they're young, but not immaturely so. they walked slowly as if they had all the time in the world. they enter, seemingly as if they were unsure if they were on the right train but instead, it turned out, they were just really goddam relaxed, without any worries. unlike myself. where i book into the train the second the doors open so the doors don't close on me. so i can get a seat. for whatever possible innately anal reason i might have. as they enter, i notice they're sharing a hersheys candy bar-- the cookies and cream flavor. i'm drawn to them because it's hard for me to imagine eating chocolate straight up. i mean, i'm good with a brownie or sipping hot chocolate, but straight up..? not so much. the girl is looking aimlessly at the wall opposite of her inside the car, perhaps an advertisement, munching on a piece. the boy, finished with his, delicately takes the package from her and breaks off a piece. he offers it to her but she is not paying attention nor does she notice. and even though she still has a piece in her right hand, nonetheless, he places another into her left, the one next to him, and she inattentively accepts. he breaks off another piece from inside the package and eats it for himself. he pulls out the last piece and breaks it in half. he takes a moment to compare the two halves. one is clearly bigger than the other. instead of 50-50, it's more like 60-40. in the same hand as before, he places the bigger of the two pieces. again, she accepts it, unknowing what has just happened. unknowing the thoughtfulness that was put into that little piece of chocolate. and so was the end of the candy bar but certainly not his love for her.