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You walk past the street, wind in your hair, smile on your lips. One hand is tucked in your coat. The other clutches a small bag slung over your shoulder.
The crowd is bustling, and you manoeuvre yourself through with a practised ease.
It’s just another day.
And then, you see me, walking just past you.
If you asked, I would tell you I’ve never met you before.
I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine.
But nevertheless, you see me, really see me.
So maybe I smile.
Maybe you do.
Maybe you raise up a hand in greeting, a small wave.
Maybe I nod in response.
Maybe our shoulders brush as we cross paths, shuffling through.
Our shadows align under the morning sun. Whole.
Your eyes catch mine, and lock, just for a second. Linger. I look away.
And then, we’re both gone, just as quickly as we appeared.
It was just another day.
I didn’t know you and you didn’t know me.
We were two ships passing in the night, on different paths in the same waters.
But in that fraction of a second, we were as close as two people could ever be.
This moment; where one soul dips near another, like stars once a year brush the Earth.
Our hearts pulsed to the same beat, and our blood sang the same tune.
We were in resonance.
The moment is gone as quickly as it came.
But in all the years that’ll come to pass, you can’t help but believe.
You will never truly be alone.
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