Don’t you dare tell me you know the confusion of missing someone until you search for their features in every person you meet, or even worse, search for them in the crowds of passing strangers in the street and how you suddenly stand and stare if it’s them buying a certain food or riding shotgun in a car. It leaves you in shambles, stupefied as if you’ve lost your 5 senses to develop a 6th. You run around in circles as if that ‘6th’ is all you care about, that if you saw them in front of you the whole world would just stop its orbiting, and the only orbiting thing would be your feelings as you stand still unable to mutter a letter, flinch or make a single sound.

But eye contact scares you, doesn’t it? It gives your bones a colder shiver than that of the chilly winter, and you realize you can only spend time with them in your tired head.