why do we fix someone else's tie for them instead of just telling them how? why do we hold hands when they're cold instead of just putting them in our pockets? Get real
I’ll never forget the night my mother and I were walking to the train after a play and we watched a guy outside a bar fall to one knee in this great flourish — I would have sworn he was a ballet dancer from how perfectly choreographed it was — so he could light the cigarette of a woman as she passed along the street. They exchanged smiles and that was that. It transcended flirting. It was a moment of pure serendipity.















