Losing my train of thought mid-sentence. Accidentally snorting my tea because I had to laugh. Dropping things in the middle of a busy street. Not knowing the way and looking around like an idiot. I love it all, seeing people stare at me when things go wrong. They will laugh. But it will be a good laugh, because at that moment they see themselves.
And I will look up, and give them a quick smile, and they will smile back, and the smile says: I know you. We are made the same. Thank you for reminding me.
And then we will go on our ways, carrying a piece of each other throughout the day, and forgetting about it the next morning and doing it all again with another stranger.
