I never saw them sit down after I boarded the train, but when I looked up, there they were. She had her back nestled into the corner with her legs propped up and resting over his. I wondered how she could find any comfort in that spot, with her back against the bars, but there must be some kind of blind spot when it comes to love. An invisible cushion that makes anything and everything bearable. Engrossed in their conversation, they didn't even notice me taking photos. This was the last one, with them holding hands before they got off the train at 14th Street. (iPhone photo)