The eyes have it. Yours didn’t. Do I stay or do I go? I didn’t know. Now we both exist, we live our lives–good lives!– but we cross paths with passing glances. I don’t need to know but I sure want to. Do we course correct, do we connect, do we throw all caution without care, do we carry on as two unpaired? What’s the story hidden there? Is it one you want to share?