A glimpse of a stranger's art.

It is said, you do not realize how beautiful you are until you see yourself in a stranger's eye.

You could be the check-list they have been searching for their entire lives, a masterpiece of collected arts they thought they would never find collapsed in one piece. 

You have lost numerous eye-candies which made you turn your head twice at the glimpse of their appearance, you admire their quirky crooked smiles from afar, or the way a curl falls freely on a missed button on their laced floral top. You gasp, at the imperfection of their existence, for you know that perfection would never make you look twice.

You sit in a classroom, a party, or a metro, as a background ornament to someone's life; observing from afar, and they can never tell that you have fallen in love with their pure existence; you instantly create a mental connection, which you begin laughing at, it is the idea that you could have easily fallen in love with this fleeting stranger. 

It is much easier, getting to know a stranger in the shadows, for you know they would never fake a reaction or even a smile, their gestures are sincere and their bubble is theirs well-protected.

I fall in love with strangers, with their kindness and their beauty, whether they have had a bad hair-day and become extra paranoid about it, or the way they smile at a thought while gazing at a corner, knowing that you are encountering a moment of happiness, that you are a part of this unrecognized beauty, is simply, pure joy.