There’s a weird thrill in these tiny, meaningless connections. A nod in the hallway, someone holding the door, a shared laugh at a joke no one else gets. It’s like collecting invisible threads that remind me I’m part of something bigger, even if it’s just for a second. I hoard them in my mind, replay them at night like tiny treasures. ✨

And yet, I feel guilty for enjoying them so much. Because nothing comes of them. They’re fleeting. Temporary. Useless, some might say. But maybe that’s exactly why they’re beautiful. No expectations. No disappointments. Just pure, human presence.

I wonder sometimes if I’m chasing a kind of connection I’ll never fully grasp. Or maybe I’m just afraid of the ones that last too long, that demand more than I’m willing to give. ❓ There’s a comfort in impermanence, in knowing no one will leave a mark I can’t handle.

Sometimes I wish life could be nothing but these small, bright moments. No pressure, no labels, no heartbreak — just the quiet magic of noticing and being noticed, even for a heartbeat. 🌿