PROLOGUE

“All along there was some invisible string tying you to me.” — Invisible String, Taylor Swift

Passing glances and shared silence. These moments come and go in buses, at train stations, and in between destinations, but they often leave something behind. We’re all part of each other’s stories, even if it’s only for a minute. There’s a quiet kind of beauty in the way lives briefly overlap. 

This chapter is about those small, easily missed connections. The way a stranger looked out the window. The few seconds of stillness shared in the middle of a busy day. For just a moment, we were part of the same story.