Hope

Settling into a comfy chair at an outside café, a note the waiter had missed blew across the table.

It read, because human relationships are for the weak, and yet another definition of limbo.

I wished I had met this person so that I could tell them, “Yes, these are the thoughts that happen before you meet the strangers who will one day matter to you most. The ones who care before they have to, before anyone else notices your existence. They are out there. Give them a chance.”