It was 4:30 pm, you were rushing through the crowded streets, coffee cup in hand, trying to spot a taxi to carry you off to the airport.
You crashed into someone and spilled your coffee all over their shirt.
You let out a slew of curse words and hoped that this person wasn’t as angry as they could’ve been.
Surprisingly, they weren’t.
You caught their eye as they smiled at you for a split second.
“Say, you seem awfully busy today, don’t you?”
You let out a small chuckle, nodded your head, apologized, and told them you were running late.
And as anyone else would do, they let you go.
So you scurried off to meet a taxi cab in the swell of traffic.
You never heard from that stranger again.

Maybe you were supposed to forget your responsibilities for a second.
Maybe you were supposed to hold a conversation with that stranger just a little longer.
But if something was supposed to happen between the two of you,
you will never know.

Hundreds of missed connections a day.
It’s almost insignificant.
and,
I know that heartbreak is sad. When an overwhelming love has to come to an end,
it’s tragic.
But there’s something just as tragic about a love that never has the chance to begin.