The other day I was getting of the 1 train, rushing to work, trying to get around the tourists that descend upon NYC during the holiday season. There was a girl in front of me, walking slower than I'd have liked, which was hindering my maneuvering skills. I noticed her hand was out, reaching behind her, and she wasn't looking. Otherwise she would've seen me there and I don't think she was trying to grab me-at least I hoped she wasn't. She just placed her hand behind her, grasping for something I was unaware of. When there was no reciprocation, she turned around and saw me trying to get around her.
"Oh, sorry," she laughed as her gaze looked around me. There was a guy there, whom I hadn't seen either. I moved out of their way and she grabbed his hand. Mission complete. Simple.
I walked to work thinking: isn't that all we want in a relationship? To simply know they are there? To know that you don't even have to really look, just have to reach back and know that they're by your side, checking for you as well? Yea, I think so.
So The Beetles were wrong, all you need isn't in fact love, it's a warm hand checking for you on the subway.
Blackie Collins is a Manhattan turned LA girl with a big heart and a closet full of girly things like skirts and heels. She loves laying on the beach, dogs with people names like Linda, hoop earrings, and sky-high platform heels. When she isn't writing, she can be found scouring blogs, brunching with friends, or enjoying happy hour at any hour of the day. Her true passion is boys. It is perhaps the reason she can't get anything done. She lives in a great, rent controlled apartment with a great, uncontrolled dog. She has quite a few parking tickets, and dreams of the day DVF or YSL decide to slum it with a line in Target. Get it in with her at http://thatbitchstolemyline.com, email her at firstname.lastname@example.org, or follow her on Twitter @blackiecollins.