I could say it's the fundamental phase of someone being in your life. You never really know a person the moment you see them. Putting aside stories you could have heard about someone from someone else, of course. You never really know someone to that level of intimacy and comfort right after the few seconds of being in each other's company.
We both started out as strangers and I had no clue about you. It was just the same for you. If I were to recall what were our first words to each other, I can't possibly remember. Probably because that is how it is. We'll always meet a lot of different people and being honest, I wouldn't really be remembering firsts expect if I wrote it down somewhere.
I can truthfully say that I became really curious about you. Yes, who wouldn't be curious to know more about someone new? But it was a different level of curiosity. I wanted to know what makes you smile with a hearty laughter the time I saw you with your friends, having a blast together. I wanted to know if the sound of raindrops triggers up sad memories in you because of that one time I saw you trying to suppress your tears when the rain showered down to earth.
Seeing you from afar, seeing you in glimpses, I can't help but wonder how it is like to know you. How it is like to be friends with you. How it is like to be looking at your smile and hearing our laughter. How it is like to be the one to share a cup of tea with you in the coldness of the rain.
You made me curious by being a stranger. You've made me more curious than I have been curious of knowing why the answers to my mathematics problems are in that manner. More curious on why I must use all those different formulas in physics. You've somehow made me long for the presence of someone who I barely know.
Thank you for the countless times you've made me think of you although I had the least reason to think of someone who's not really in my life. But I'm glad that I did.
Thank you dear stranger who made me curious.
