Funny how there exists a stranger who's name is engraved on the walls of my heart. In a room full of people, I could distinctly recognise his laugh even if I was half drunk. I could tell you his favourite colour or how he likes his morning coffee. I could tell you about the songs he jams to on his way to work and the movies he likes to watch on Saturday nights. Or the name of his dog, or how he's allergic to cats, or his biggest pet peeves. I know everything yet nothing about this stranger and all I wanna do is forget about the history of us.
- strangers with shared history.
