I like this. Same word popped out of my head. Restless.
"Do you ever feel that way?"
"Lonely?"
I search for the words.
"Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As if you'd passed
yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've
been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of
you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days
looking for it."
He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel
stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a
part of myself I shouldn't have.
"Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
"What?"
"Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”
-- Libba Bray
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