no, i notice the world turning

There were three teenagers across the train car from me on my way home. Two of them (a boy and girl) were so closely leaned into each other, I couldn't tell what was going on. They may have been kissing; they may have just been whispering to each other secretly. They were so...intertwined that I saw people strictly avoid sitting near them as they entered the car, and a dad was watching them, disapprovingly, as he rode with his young son.

I, however, found myself admittedly and hotly jealous. Of their isolated universe. Of their concentration and lack of regard for the world around them.

It's been a long time since time sort of stopped for me because of the person I was with.