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February 2, 2014
I'm always searching for you. In every train station as I look out the window. In every store as I buy my cigar. In every corner, as I let my eyes simply wander.

I don't know where you are.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know when you are.
But I know you are.

It's not a matter of filtering out your face from the hundreds I see each day. It's more of me making sure I send you the signal when our glances connect for that ephemeral link. Because I will know when it's you.

I do.