How do you know me so well? Is it the time we have shared so long? Maybe the laughter that we both take at the same time? No, I don’t think so, it’s probably the stories we have told each other back and forth, is it not?

Well, could be, but the joy we have carved against the pain that has been is definitely it, right? Possibly, I can’t tell it for sure however, the infinite time we have spent together must be it, or?

Does it really matter? Nothing matters, with changing times and feelings that rise and fade, how can I truly know you? You will always be my stranger, won’t you?