Strangers Again
In the beginning moments of knowing you, I grew curious. More curious than I had ever felt before. So curious that people noticed; they would say, “I’m so happy that you are curious”. And you were more curious too.
In the longest moments of knowing you, I grew hopeful. More hopeful than I had ever felt before. So hopeful that the people around me noticed – they would say “I’m so happy that you feel hopeful”. And you were more hopeful too.
In the sparkling moments of knowing you, I grew worthy. Worthier than I had ever felt before. So worthy that the people around me noticed – they would say “I’m so happy that you feel worthy.” And you were worthier too.
In the clumsy moments of knowing you, I grew big and tall. Bigger and taller than I had ever felt before. So big and tall that the people around me noticed – they would say “I’m so happy that you feel big and tall.” And you were bigger and taller too.
In the wandering moments of knowing you, I grew kinder. Kinder than I had ever felt before. So kind that the people around me noticed – they would say “I’m so happy that you feel kind.” And you were kinder too.
In the softest moments of knowing you, I grew seen. More seen than I had ever felt before. So seen that the people around me noticed – they would say “I’m so happy that he sees you.” But you did not feel seen.
Because in the final moments of knowing you, I grew to realize that I never knew you at all. Knew you less than I had ever felt before. So much less that the people around me noticed – they would say “What happened to you two?” And you never knew me less either.
In the aftermath of knowing you, I grew to understand that you were a stranger before. Understood you would be a stranger again. So much a stranger that the people around me will notice – they will say “Who are you talking about?”
