The Known Stranger

Sometimes life gives you a chance to meet someone so perfect that you feel the urge to make them known, yet it plays games with you for reasons unknown. So here's a certain moment in life where I was sitting idle, listening to my aloof playlist, the stranger taps on my shoulder, asking if she could sit next to me? For I was so idle and aloof that I didn't register her query for the first time; she taps on my shoulder and asks again. This time I looked at her deep brown eyes and her freckled smile; they somehow felt quite familiar to me. Sure, I said, affirming that she could sit there. She embraces the seat as a stranded person would embrace an oasis in a desert. As time passed she made herself comfortable; then she asked about me and why was I so aloof. I again looked at her stopped my aloof playlist, and started responding to her small talks, less I knew these small talks would open up a new world. A world so known yet different, and as time passed our conversation matured, and slowly the freckled smile and the deep brown eyes were no longer strangers to me, for they were known by her words, ideas, passions, struggles, and perspectives. We shared our love of food, yet didn't have any; we shared our love for traveling yet were static physically. Our imaginations traveled to the alleys where no two strangers would. Countless experiences lived in a brief moment. My idle mind kept entering into new avenues, and then the time came where she soon gathered her belongings and bid farewell to me, less I knew that it was forever. The connection we had, felt like a certain match, and yet she remained a stranger, for we never discovered each other's identities. I bid her farewell, but her freckled smile, her deep brown eyes, our conversation will always be etched in my memories, her name, you ask? The Known Stranger.