Not that you care, naturally. Remember once upon a time we were strangers? People meet and separate like that, we are accidents about to happen. You met someone before me too, and I think you would agree if I say that once you two were strangers. And if you parted ways, you would also agree if I say that it is funny to pretend you are strangers again.
How can you pretend something like that? You saw that person smile, chat, if you were more than just acquainted you saw that person cry or even entrust you with a secret. Every time I part ways with someone and then just randomly see them again I can't help to think of it.
Way before I met you I was someone else, but it does not matter; in every single stage of my life I think I would have loved meeting you. Perhaps that is too romantic a thought.
What I really want to say is that once we were stangers, and in some odd way, you seem like someone else. Like the stranger and the present you are two different men. And if we were to part ways, that new acquaintance would be yet another man, one I will hopefully never meet.
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