Missed Connections Stories-lockingeyes

I saw you last Thursday evening, around six, at the Portland ferry terminal. You were leaning against the rail...

I didn’t plan on thinking about you past that night. Honestly, it was such an ordinary moment that it shouldn...

Lancaster isn’t the kind of place where strangers disappear. Not really. People loop through each other’s li...

I’m not great at writing these and honestly I don’t expect much, but this moment has been stuck in my head l...

You probably won’t see this, but I can’t stop thinking about that night.

It was late, almost midni...

There’s this moment – you know it – when everything in your gut says “this is it,” and then somehow it...

The year I graduated, I landed my first job at a bank in Manhattan. The position wasn’t glamorous, but for...

You — yes, you with the soft laugh and the light jacket slung over one arm — I’ve been thinking...

She was working the night shift at the museum gallery — the place with soaring concrete walls, glass walkw...

I met her on a night that wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It was late August, the air still thick with s...

Okay, so hear me out — I didn’t think this was gonna stick with me, but here we are, weeks later, and I’...

I met her in the middle of nowhere, quite literally. It was a gas station off I-70, somewhere between Denve...