Strangers

“They started out as strangers.” I muse out loud, nodding towards a passing couple; their hands held tight. “Don’t we all?”

“Right.” You nod once. “We all start out as strangers. But not all go back to being strangers.”

I try not to look nonchalant. “What’d you mean by that?”

You roll your eyes and right there and then, the door opens and in he comes. I see him and a split second later, I look away. “Some pretend to be strangers.” You mumble. “Even if they’re anything but.”

I shoot you a pointed look, hating how you’re always right.

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