i like to write about people i meet.
friends, or strangers, or people i pass by on the streets, people i share a look with, people i will never meet again.
i like to observe the subtle connections between people. the split moments in between a smile or a glance, or the accidental slip of an expression, or that accidental affectionate look in someone's eyes. it's beautiful. these moments make up life.
the first few times i met you, i already found you attractive in a way that i find girls like you attractive. seldom does it mean anything, always just a passing sense of, oh, you're a lovely sort of girl. but then i never had much to say to you, possibly because i never had much to say to anyone i don't know intimately enough anyway. so time passes and that's that.
that's the thing about life. some things happen and some things don't. you can't cry over them or regret, because that's the way it is.