That person that just held a door for you. That person who just waved you to go first at the four way stop. That person that smiled at you and you didn’t even know them. Chances are you are never going to see them again, or remember their face if you do. It’s a strange thing to think for a split second you can be a part of someone’s life, but not meant to stay in it for very long. Your paths were meant to cross but not stay.
(Source: maythismemorybreakourfall)
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
(Source: honestliars)
