Missed Connections Stories-lockingeyes

You know those moments that don’t feel important until years later? The ones you replay when you can’t sl...

It was the kind of afternoon that felt like it could’ve been stolen from a movie. The sun was fading, but ...

I only went into the café for a quick coffee. Work had been one of those days where your brain just feels ...

I still think about that night every once in a while, usually when I can’t sleep. It was one of those rand...

I saw you on the Hudson River Park pier on a Tuesday evening — you with the grey windbreaker zipped up alm...

It started on one of those thick New York nights in late August when the air feels like it’s sitting on yo...

It’s strange how a single night can loop in your head for years, like a song you never learned the words t...

I saw you on Congress Street that night, the one where the sky was bruised orange and the air felt thick, a...

It was just a regular Tuesday night, the kind where you’re not expecting anything interesting to happen. I...

I met her on a random Tuesday night at the Denver airport — not that we really met, exactly. It w...

It started with rain. Not the dramatic, cinematic kind that makes people run for cover, but the slow, stubb...

I still remember the flicker of neon outside the rooftop bar, the way the music gently thumped under our fe...