It’s an ordinary day.
I met a stranger.
He was nice. No hint of arrogance.
He sounded smart. Indeed, he really was.
I trusted him. Opened up to him.
Built a friendship like no other.
Became my favorite person.
Some days I look for reasons why we’ve met.
Reasons for why things happened.
Perchance to save me?
To offer me wisdom perhaps?
To teach me a lesson?
To hold me to keep me from falling?
Or to protect me from deeper pain?
I knew I might love this person.
But I also knew he’s not mine to keep.
It may be he didn’t come to save me.
But just to teach me save myself.
And eventually I learned how.
Then he started to drift away.
Just like that.
Until we’re strangers once again.