Stand By Me

JW + I were sitting on the subway heading to our respective homes.  We had just wrapped up work.  I had just broken things off.  It was 1am.

I had told him what happened.  How I had lost hope, how after a particularly difficult visit, and then trying to recover from it, there was no reaching who I’d wanted to reach, with the stress of my family, the stress of work, the lack of sleep, and feeling undervalued and under appreciated, I’d thrown in the towel.

He sat and listened.  And because he’s a guy, he gave advice.  And because I knew I was talking to a guy, I listened.  Then there was a long but not awkward silence.  We each sat there with our thoughts.

It’s the NYC subway.  Holiday season.  Performance artist arrives in our car and started belting out “Stand By Me”.  JW looks at me + sings along.  I put my head on his shoulder for a few minutes and sing softly too.

For a few minutes, I relax + take in the moment.  Old friends, great moments.