Strangers
We could have been strangers, storing each other faces into our minds and labeling them as "faceless nameless stranger", in which we put the data on how we looked that day (maybe when you wore that black hoodie over blue washed button-downs and maybe when I wore that maroon cape that I purchased the day before we met) even though somehow and sometimes we could even confuse each other's clothes with other strangers that we do not know, we could become another stranger that we eventually forget the very existence of each other. We could have forgotten each other's eyes, that sparkle of golden dust in your irises and the golden sphere in one of my irises. We could have not remembered the way each other breathes, how you usually took large gulps of air and how I usually took my short breaths. I could have forgotten how I look in your black hoodie, you could have forgotten the fact that my umbrella saved us from the sudden bad weather. I could have forgotten those blue veins that made the shape of the trees on your veins, I could have forgotten how they feel underneath my fingertips and you could have forgotten the feel of my fingertips grazing your one and only tattoo. We could have categorized each other as "stranger I've met once under the sunny sky".
However we are not strangers. Fate chose to meet us up in that Chinese restaurant when both of us had to share a table because there weren't any tables left. Fate chose us to like the same food and made us order the same food and the same drink. Steamed chicken over fried rice and chinese tea. We laughed and talked, and then ordered another pot of chinese tea because we talked about anything and everything that day like we've known each other for years and years. They kicked us out because we stayed for too long. We laughed again.
And for the next three weeks, we went on the same routine. Talked over food, but occasionally we met up to watch some movies (mostly action and science fiction, we both hated typical romantic comedy movies) and we dined afterwards at the nearby restaurant. Often Chinese restaurants, but not always.
We made up stories and timelines if we remained strangers and did not meet each other. In one case I would still be that grumpy lonely girl and you would still be that happy-go-lucky guy. And in other case, we would meet each other again in a bookstore because we argued about a same book. But, we also laughed about the fact that both of us were insane for thinking that there were other timelines and reality. We acknowledged the fact that, if we have not met, we would still think that other people were luckier than us or they did not fight hard battles everyday; we taught each other that we sometimes neglected the fact that other people were humans and they fought wars, either inside their heads or real physical fights. We taught each other about lives that we knew.
