Do you want to know a secret?

Sometimes I like to pretend that strangers on the street are horribly, awfully in love with me and that whispered hello, that moment of eye contact, is the closest they'll ever get to telling me. Sometimes I pretend that in 20 years, I'll be reading a book or visiting a gallery, and I'll see that moment in a painting or poem and I'll know it's about me, but I won't do anything about it.