How many strangers do we fall in love with throughout our lives? Not in an all consuming, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of love, but the sweet, small sort. A moment that conveys the strong, steady pulse of humanity, emotional and raw. A feeling so brief and beautiful that the cynics in our midst miss it entirely.

We made eye contact on the tram today, your lips curving up in a small smile. I glanced down at my shoes, a light dusting of pink spreading across my cheeks.

If no one else has told you today, I will.

You are loved.