“Go on,” I told Jay. He should already be at work but insisted on seeing me off.
“You go first,” Jay said, stubborn as always.
I could the see the train coming into the station but I wanted to see him walk away for once and told him so. His eyes registered surprise but he didn’t say anything.
We just stood there staring at each other for a minute.
“Okay, you win. I’ll go,” he finally said.
I watched him turn and walk towards the exit, again noting how he had lost weight in the six months since he’s been in this city. He’s still beautiful, though, even from the back that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
“Bye, Jay. I’ll see you when I see you.”