When I see all the different faces that walk past me and all the people in photographs, I like to think of how different each person is. There are the bold and brave, the meek and mysterious, and so on and so forth. I also like to think that for each and every unique person, there’s someone equally unique in their own way somewhere in the world that complements them and serves as the perfect match. This thought I have is comforting to me, for some reason.