hidden behind these carved letters

familiar unfamiliarity

isn't it weird how we get comfortable
around someone we've just met?
like my pink sweater and your white jacket suddenly became compatible
like how Mr. Darcy fell in love with Elizabeth Bennett

we've never started with a hi nor hello
we've never crossed paths like lovers in a movie
never met somewhere in a cafe nor a bistro
never met accidentally in any party

but somehow, something in me felt as if we're connected
like you and I both belong to each other
I don't know, but this familiar unfamiliarity is getting me addicted
it's giving my black-and-white world a color