New Beginnings And Some Realisations

[Hey everyone( Yes, I am just going to assume that I actually have readers)! I hadn't really intended my first post to be a protracted rambling on my 'feelings' but here I am doing exactly that owing to an inherent urgent need to put my thoughts in writing. Do bear with me. Okaybye.]

"Mamihlapinatapai -This word captures that special look shared between two people, when both are wishing that the other would do something that they both want, but neither want to do."

Who would have thought there's a word for this often complex and all too common feeling. There is probably nothing more romantic than missed chances. I know this sounds weird but do hear me out. Think back to that one time where a fleeting moment shared with that one person was worth more than hours spent with others, when that one passing look was enough to make your skin tingle, when a few stolen words were more meaningful than your entire existence, when a single touch seared through your skin. The one moment that encapsulated what what you are and always wanted to be, a moment where you were as alive as you ever could be. A single moment which felt like an indication of things to come, not necessarily with the same person, but coloured with the same emotions, the same awareness of self, the same sense of just being. Can anything be more romantic than this? Skeptics would probably dismiss all of this as utter tosh. A couple of days back, I would have too. I have always believed that romance is a state mind, that the presence of another person in the picture does not necessarily add anything to it. But a chance meeting with a person which turned out to be not quite what I wanted but so much more than what I needed, has taught me better. I will never meet him again and in due course of time, my memories of him will recede to the background. And his will too. But every time I laugh with someone, every time I see seasons change, every time the wind teases my hair, every time I hear a love song, in the recesses of my mind, I would catch a glimpse of the dark haired boy as he looks intently at me, a slight smile at the edge of his lips, a little uncertain, a little shy, a little vulnerable. And that would suffice.