"...for there is no pathos more bitter than that of parting from someone you have never met."

- P.G.Wodehouse.

Like the striking person across the street, who looked at you and smiled. Twice.
Like the girl in the bookstore with the glasses that she kept pushing up her nose.
Like the only other person who came to watch the movie alone.
Like the person two cubicles down in the train compartment listening to Jim Morrison and reading Enid Blyton.