The Pablo Neruda story gave me chills because of how true it is. It is true that affection from someone who doesn’t know you seems to warm you in a way that can’t really be replicated. The other day I got some disappointing news from my family back in Los Angeles and on my way back bike riding through IV, my phone was glitching and bike was failing on me. I pulled over to the side of the street in tears and pretty much collapsed out of frustration. A random stranger biking by stopped and looked me in my eyes and asked if I was okay. And somehow, that made all the difference.