To You, My Dear

It's a red light. People sit. They're stopped in their cars,  it's raining all around them. They wait. Maybe for minutes, maybe hours. The way the rain hits their windows, the blur of the city colours all around them. Maybe they are as alone as you are. 

Have you ever stopped to think about everyone around you. 

The friends you have, and the ones you've lost. 

The people you pass, 

And those you will never meet. 

To You, My Dear

Everyone has a story.

Everyone has a reason.