“There are no strangers here,
Only friends who have not yet met.”
And I believed him.
But now another idea strikes me:
“There are no friends here,
Only strangers who pretend to know each other.”
For maybe that’s what we are.
We thought our souls met
And saw the beauty in each other.
Perhaps, it’s but an illusion
Painted by our own minds
To teach our hearts to feel.
June 1, 2010
23:11
i suddenly felt so touch … made me want to cry… like i can feel u…let me hug u dear..hiksss