I never understand how you come to know some people so well, but others just wither and fade out of your life like flowers in the sweltering sun. How is it that some individuals are like the oxygen of your life, and others, like the top layer of dust on a road. You see them, but before you care to notice them, they're gone.
What if the person who walked past you on the street the other day was having the worst day of their life, and you didn't stop to ask them about it? What if they'd just won the lottery? You would never know. Strangers, I find, are some of the most interesting people you may never meet.
Perhaps the stranger you saw was preparing for a great battle they were to walk into? Maybe...if we were to entertain the idea for a while...we'd find that they were an angel. So many things the stranger could be, but perhaps, the most valuable, is friend.
(A/N): so this is some weird philosophical prose, but just something I'd been thinking about. Not gonna be everyone's thing, and that's okay.
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