Hi Stranger,
As that is what you are to me and probably I to you, as if our meeting was just in passing one random day on the streets amongst the crowds, and yet my mind has kept a glimpse of you, long held into my memories because you stood out from the rest.
The thought of you finds its way from time to time in my dreams, and my subconscious, never letting me to forget the sight of you and the sounds of your voice, ever so familiar and comforting to me, echoing throughout the days and years. And your scent, which still lingers in the air spontaneously on occasions out of the blue, bringing me back to the special, yet so very few days I once upon a time spent with you, lying next to you in your strong and warm arms in my bed on one early Saturday morning with your whispers of my name still freshly in my ears. Yes, you can believe without a doubt that you are so very much missed and so often, and rather fondly, thought of by this young women you once met in what might be to you ages ago, but to me, what feels like yesterday sometimes. Maybe it was nothing to you, but to me, it felt like the world.
