many people stride past me everyday. some briskwalk, some stroll, some run, some jog, and for some of them, i stride past instead....

some don't bother to even look. some glance and just as soon, forget. some glance, and then turn and glance a second time. some look and perhaps, remember. but whatever it is, it is only a momentary gaze. and then i am just another in the sea of faces. a face that might soon be forgotten.

all but one.

he doesn't need to take a second glance. not even a first. he gazes at me infinitely and in that one gaze, knows all of me. and loves me.