So today, I had this really strange and random realization about myself.
When I run into someone in a cramped corridor and you have that awkward trying-to-get-out-of-each-other’s way moment and that person puts his hand on your arm. Or when someone you just met does the same right when he apologizes for some silly little thing and walks away. I don’t know. There’s just something about that small, fleeting moment. There’s something about it that makes me stop, and just cuts right through my train of thought. And even for just the smallest moment, that’s the only thing on my mind.
