Whenever two eyes meet for the first time, cross each other’s path, a bridge is formed. A feeble, delicate bridge formed out of the two people’s souls. In that moment, the people’s lives travel along the bridge. All of their lives: all happiness, all heartbreak, that night you spent in the park laughing till it hurt. You know the person inside out, for a moment. Knowledge. All of who they are is spelled out for you – some people call that love at first sight. (Ever felt like you knew someone but couldn’t tell how?) Then, as quickly as it is formed, it is lost. Burned away. You forget. It has happened to you, but you can’t remember. You forget the souls you housed in your heart for a moment. And they forget yours too. Most people forget.