15: The Fleeting People.

"Oh, the people I've met are the wonders of my world." (Adele)

I want you to think about something for a minute. Think about you family, your friends, your co-workers, ex school mates, x lovers, the people you always see but don't know, those that work in the places you frequent, think of all the people that you know - however well you know the, they are in your life and that's standard. But what about those you only meet once? The people you meet standing in line or on transportation, at a gig - all those random places you temporarily make friends. And for however a brief a conversation you have with this person and no matter how well you get along with the person, you both just go your separate  ways and never see each other again.
I'm not going to talk about two people. The first, a woman I met on the plane en route to America. She returning from a business trip; she's an accountant and had been working in London for two weeks. It was her first visit to England and she really likes it there, and really enjoyed her time spent in London. She worked five day weeks and got weekends off which she used to explore the area, her husband joined her for the first week of her trip. They both took home English goodies. She could've stayed longer but on the Monday she was having a scan to determine the sex of her baby - she was very excited. That was 40 days ago. I wonder where she is now.
The second person I'm going to talk about is a guy I met at the Firefly Festival, we were waiting for the Killers for ninety minutes so a friendship was inevitable. His name was Jake. We talked the entire time we waited and we talked throughout the gig also. He was around fifteen years my senior, wearing an old baseball cap, it was clear he wasn't a 'ladies man'. When I took off my shirt (I wasn't the only one, 50% of the crowd were in a similar suit. It was a very hot evening) leaving my in only my bra he didn't look while I was looking at him. Only when I turned away did his eyes start to stay; he did it in a way that made it clear he was looking but not gawking. A way that wasn't pervy, just men's nature. I doubted he had a girlfriend. His temporary interest in me was endearing - it really was a pleasure to meet him.
I wish I could keep in touch with him, and the woman from the plane all the hundreds of people I've met briefly in my time on this planet that I've just bonded with, no questions asked. But I think that that may be the beauty of these types of friendships: they're fleeting, their trails balze and you always wish they last longer. They are the shooting stars or relationships.

Soul Mates?I think they exist. Just not always romantically. I think there are certain people you will meet in your life who you just connect with more than anyone else and you just know it isn't a typical thing and you udnerstand each other perfectly. And this person always be your ''significant other'', I mean, it could be your friend or sibling or parent or teacher or the person you're dating or whoever, it could be just about anyone you've ever interacted with.