Strangers
I don't know about you but I am the type of person who falls in love with strangers all the time. Now the love that I am talking about is the kind you have over the way someone's face scrunches up when the bus driver takes a sharp turn, or the way someone is engrossed in a book that you already know the ending too, or simply someone who is smiling at every person they walk by as if they have known them for years. The love I am talking about is the kind that you think about when you are laying in bed at night and thinking about all of the faces that you passed through the day and that one face that stuck out. The kind of love that you are bound to forget the moment you step off the bus or out of the coffee shop but you still fall into it for the simple pleasure of loving someone. It's odd, I know, but it's also refreshing, the stranger may never even know about the way you felt and the things you would do to see the writing in their journal because the concentration they...