Missed Connections Stories-lockingeyes

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’...

You know those moments that don’t feel important until years later? The ones you replay when you can’t sl...

It was the kind of afternoon that felt like it could’ve been stolen from a movie. The sun was fading, but ...

I only went into the café for a quick coffee. Work had been one of those days where your brain just feels ...

I still think about that night every once in a while, usually when I can’t sleep. It was one of those rand...

I saw you on the Hudson River Park pier on a Tuesday evening — you with the grey windbreaker zipped up alm...