That moment when, in a crowded place, you see a kindred spirit.
Not meet, but see.
You lock eyes, both laughing at the same thing, or reacting to something in the same way. And in that moment when your eyes meet, you know that if things were different you’d be the best of friends. If your destinies had entwined in some way, that person would be a true friend.
But, unfortunately, you are both on different paths with different fates going two different directions.
And there’s a part of you that knows, if you actually did end up meeting that person across the way, you were never meant to be friends really. You were always meant to be passerbys.
It’s bittersweet really.