A Halo for the Glitch in My Heart

They say the universe is a series of mathematical errors masquerading as destiny, and looking at my reflection in this neon-lit puddle, I think I might be the biggest bug in the system.
The city hums with a frantic, broken energy, a million souls trying to patch their loneliness with overpriced lattes and fleeting glances under streetlights. My halo? Just an optical illusion caused by a flickering LED sign above the bistro, but tonight, it feels like a heavy weight of borrowed grace.
Then there was you—a sudden, unscripted variable in my otherwise predictable routine. You didn't arrive with a grand patch or a system reboot; you just sat across from me, your warmth cutting through the digital chill of this concrete labyrinth. In a world designed to fragment us into data points, finding someone who actually sees the messy, unfiltered code beneath the skin feels like a miracle—or at least, a very beautiful error worth repeating.

Editor: The Debugger