Missed Connections Stories-lockingeyes

It started on one of those thick New York nights in late August when the air feels like it’s sitting on yo...

It’s strange how a single night can loop in your head for years, like a song you never learned the words t...

I saw you on Congress Street that night, the one where the sky was bruised orange and the air felt thick, a...

It was just a regular Tuesday night, the kind where you’re not expecting anything interesting to happen. I...

I met her on a random Tuesday night at the Denver airport — not that we really met, exactly. It w...

It started with rain. Not the dramatic, cinematic kind that makes people run for cover, but the slow, stubb...

I still remember the flicker of neon outside the rooftop bar, the way the music gently thumped under our fe...

I saw you, but we didn’t talk—and I’ve been replaying that day ever since. So I’m posting this letter t...

I can still see that night like it’s playing on a loop in my head.

It was one of those warm summer ...

There’s something about missed opportunities that stay with you. They pop into your head at the most rando...

I still remember it like it was yesterday. Years ago, when I was in college in Boston, I went to the Museum...

I landed at Newark Liberty just after nine o’clock. The red-eye had felt endless—flashing cabin lights, t...