Moment in the eye

What's in a smile, in a laugh, in a moment in time when someone says something that strikes you as funny, and you begin to laugh prematurely with that hyper acute yet atypical sense of humour that has never stood you in good stead - and you realise that he has started to laugh as well?

What's in minor moments of mutuality that mean nothing on their own - liking the same foods, disliking the same aspects of people, and a country, thinking the same thoughts - being asked if you were thinking and knowing that, that was no question but rather an observation? Moments that suddenly become so important, you never thought it was possible.

Maybe it takes time to develop with friendships with most people, yet with a few - almost as if we are near duplicates of some celestial template - it flares up instantaneously from the first conversation.

Perhaps we can't help turning and looking that person in the eye at that precise instant; perhaps we can't help but laugh or be struck by odd similarities.
Perhaps we can't help but connect.