Human relationships always looked to me like keys and keyholes.
The relationship is always between two people.
Matching each other or not.

Weird thing is that some people represent such special keys or keyholes that do not match anybody.
These usually are the most rare and expensive ones.

Left in a museum being admired standing there, surrounded by people.

Everyone looking at them wishing to have one as such.
While the wished for is bathing in loneliness and questions.

Lost between looks, smiles and expectations, not knowing where the matching one lies.