"A Quirk of the Heart"
There are moments when life just drifts by β faces blur into one another, and we barely blink.
In life, we cross paths with all sorts of people all the time β
People come and go. Some linger, most donβt.
They might make us laugh, impress us, or even stay in our lives for yearsβ¦
β¦but we still mostly move along without any second thoughts. Without any spark.
Theyβre just background noise, familiar yet forgettable.
And thatβs okay. Thatβs normal.
But then something different happens. Something strange.
And then sometimes we run across someone, even fleetinglyβ¦
Someone whose presence makes the air feel a little heavier,
or maybe lighter, depending on how your heart holds it.
β¦who, apparently for no reason other than some weird, paradoxical quirk of the heartβ¦
Thatβs you.
I donβt know why.
I donβt know how.
But your name lingers in places where no one elseβs does.
And even if the thought is totally ridiculous, triggers something somewhere, and makes us wonder about it all.
Thatβs the thing.
I donβt even know what Iβm wondering about.
Just that when you crossed paths with me,
I felt it.
Maybe I imagined it. Maybe itβs one-sided. Maybe Iβll never know.
Butβ¦
For some reason I cannot fathom, and being very mindful that for a million reasons it all very much makes no sense at all,
You still show up in the quiet of my days.
In the pause before I fall asleep.
In the songs that feel like secrets.
You are one of these rare people.
The kind I donβt forget.
The kind who doesnβt blur.
I guess I just needed to say that.
Even if it never makes it to you,
Even if it never means anything to you β
It means something to me.