It's so strange. I don't know why but somehow today writing this - purely self-indulgent thing - is hitting me hard. Writing about the moments when two people are looking at each other, so full of feelings that their skin is tingling, but each thinking the other holds them in no regard...
That gulf between cuts too close to the bone, I think. The countless times I've looked at someone and thought...you and I, we would...you and I, will never...
It's like a memory of a life that never happened. A door that existed so briefly before it blinked out of existence. That thick, yearning melancholy that was the possibility of a burning world full of passion before it vanished.
I love that the world can be so full of those threads. And that it hurts to be in that moment. A moment that wasn't anything at all, except two worlds colliding...in a glance.
