This is how I feel about my followers, but I want to get to know them more so that we don’t have to feel alone in the things we love or in our experiences.
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…
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