sometimes i can't imagine how two people ever fall in love.
it seems to me the world is a complex constellation of misdirected gazes.
her looking at him looking at that woman looking at that man looking at that girl looking at that boy looking at. the wrong her.
a zigzagging, never-ending game of connect the dots.
but i suppose, out of every million misplaced glances, there is one brief, silent, glittering connection:
two pairs of eyes meeting. and the world set ablaze.