there must be a few million out there like us, you know. it seems amazing, but it's really only a small percentage of the world - merely a handful. and of course we walk by them often enough, smiling at them while we pity and envy them as we would anyone else, and they do the same to us. sometimes, though, one word or glance and the masks dissolve, and there's one like you. it's incredible to glimpse a stranger's soul - for the moment you know them, you're somewhere else, as if you're in outer space together looking down at the world. but then reality falls upon you and the moment is gone, and out on the street you're alone again. but then there are people like you and me: we find each other, by the miraculous collision of chance and magic, and we need each other. the world and its people don't see this spirit, but it is the one characteristic that wholly defines us. and i can see it in your eyes, that you are just like me, and we're both condemned to our own company. there's no fixing either of us, and we should flee before we break each other more - but i'm the only one to save you now.
and you told me so in one glance.