Alongside the road, by an inch I noticed her noticing me, we were both extremely interested, is this love at first sight?

Or maybe not but love is strange, how can two strangers evoke such a feeling just through passing by. I looked back at her. However, I find her looking back at me, what is this? I asked myself while blushing.

It can’t be love, love belongs to those who know each other better, better yet we’re strangers, strangers in LOVE.

Isn’t this strange that we can find love in strange places, even if it’s for a minute, or hour maybe a day, but to love and to be loved is the strangest thing.