I fall in love regularly with each person whom passes me in the street or who sits beside me on the bus. Not in a romantic way, you see we hardly ever speak a word to one another. But I quietly observe who they are, and I imagine what their story might be. I watch vigilantly - tracking their manners and movements, and appreciating all that these people are, and all they might perhaps one day become. I spend time thinking about the life they lead, what they do for work and what they went to school for. So I sit there and watch, as only a fool could, noting the similarities, studying the differences, and creating a fantasy where our paths could perhaps one day collide. When our eyes meet, I wonder if they are thinking the exact same thing, and then for the most fleeting of moments, the world seems like such a beautiful place.
