More and more frequently, I find myself noticing connections – between conversations, stories, and seemingly unrelated moments.
There are moments when another person’s pain reaches across the space between us and touches something familiar.
A smile. A passing comment. A joke shared across supermarket aisles. For a moment, we exist in each other’s day.
It isn’t always the extraordinary moments that make us long for someone beside us. Sometimes it’s simply wanting someone to remember the shape of our days.
There are people who have known us through chapters of our lives that have long since ended. We may rarely see them anymore, but the connection remains.