Missed Connections Stories-lockingeyes

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...

It was late on a Friday night, that kind of quiet city night where even the streetlights seem to be holding...

I still think about that night sometimes. Not every day, not even every month—but it hits me in random mom...

I’m writing this because I can’t un-see you, the way you stood under that late afternoon sun by the green...

I wasn’t supposed to be in Denver that week. My flight had been rerouted because of a storm over Chicago, ...

There’s something about LA that makes people think every stranger could be someone important. Maybe it’s ...

It’s funny how some memories stick like glue. They sneak up on you while you’re pouring cereal or scrolli...

I saw her for the first time on a random Thursday morning in late February. The kind of morning that doesn’...