Dearest Stranger,

 "I think I'll miss you forever

like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky"

Dearest stranger, 

I still remember the first time we met, our very first encounter. 

The one where I was oblivious to the sunrises we will watch together, the pain we will share, and the tunes we will create memories to. 

I still remember the longer days.

Now I lay in bed and reminisce  to the memories of a stranger.

Where are you now? 

Has any of your wishes come to life? 

Did your mom finally approve of the girl you love? 

I don't clearly remember your last name, but I do remember how insecure you are about the birthmark that lays underneath your ear. 

I guess that's a trick the universe does 

it throws people in our path 

in a temporary situation 

they eventually leave and take a piece of our heart with them 

we end up missing them all our life 

We reminisce on a memory with a person who's name and face are a blur in our minds, yet the stories we heard and the memories we made are all clear enough to last an eternity 

Clear enough to have us miss them forever 

remember them when we revisit a spot 

listen to a song 

or hear a joke

yet have no one to laugh to this memory with 

They're clear enough to make us question if they still remember us 

did their memory not betray them like ours did and maybe, just maybe, they happen to remember our name, or our favorite color?

Dearest stranger, 

If I'm lucky enough 

we will meet again 

somewhere, somehow. 

If I'm not 

just know 

I carry you somewhere deep within my heart. 



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