Missed Connections Stories-lockingeyes

I saw you, but we didn’t talk—and I’ve been replaying that day ever since. So I’m posting this letter t...

I can still see that night like it’s playing on a loop in my head.

It was one of those warm summer ...

There’s something about missed opportunities that stay with you. They pop into your head at the most rando...

I still remember it like it was yesterday. Years ago, when I was in college in Boston, I went to the Museum...

I landed at Newark Liberty just after nine o’clock. The red-eye had felt endless—flashing cabin lights, t...

I saw her on the downtown 6, a little after 7 p.m. on a Tuesday that already felt too long. You know that k...