Have you seen a stranger, walking down the street and think, you two could be best friends? The way they move, they way they glance at you, and the way they look away. In that very short moment, you feel like they would tell you about their childhood stories, or about people they no longer talk to. And you would listen. In that very short moment, you want to tell them who broke your heart for the first time, or why don’t you believe in whatever anymore—and somehow you know they would listen.

It happens so fast, yet so intense. And it left you with a question if it’s real to feel some sense of familiarity to strangers. Is it them, or are you just unconsciously waiting for a chance, a person?

I wonder if anyone, anyone at all, felt that about me.