The thread we’re tied to is an invisible one. It is coiled in infinite loops. I sometimes think it snapped during one of our misunderstandings. Or cut off simply by our differences. But when I tried to pull back my own end (so that I can toss it to the wind and get tangled to another loose end), it surprisingly tugged. I felt the force in my veins (and in my heart). And in a confused state, I look at you as you unknowingly pull me closer.