I'm slowly coming to understand the meaning behind “we're all side characters in someone else's story.”

We have fleeting moments, glimpses of each other's lives; holding, for a brief moment, a shared space at that location, at that time.

Then, it's gone.

Who you just met will be a different person tomorrow, continuing their own journey's through life. Even if you're living in the same apartment with the same someone from one March to another: the other's been through internal journeys that you may have no idea of.