sometimes i wondered if we shared a sixth sense. some extra certainty in our hearts — whatever it was that made you suddenly turn around like you knew i was behind you, even if i didn't know it yet. whatever it was that made me realize you were there without ever looking at you.

the times i tried to keep myself out of your line of sight, only to have you turn and stare straight at me.

the times i knew, just felt in my bones that i would see you when i turned a corner, and there you were.

the times i glanced up, and you glanced down, and the timing was just perfect enough for a single second of eye contact before i had to look away —

— and i always wondered what happened next. did you keep looking? or was i just a passing thought that slipped from your mind in the next second?