Two Total Strangers

When I met you, you and your enigmatic yet energic aura were sufficient to make me interested. Every day I had the luck to enter your orbit for a bit I would take little notes inside my mind: how your eyes fitted every emotion you expressed, how your hands could never stop moving when trying to explain a certain thing, how your frame inclined slightly towards me with no reason at all.

But time went slowly, and my notes grew more and more in quantity and in specificness. Maybe your eyes were transparent with your emotions enough, but I started to notice that you could lie in between laughs just to keep people happy around you; you couldn't stop moving your hands because of your anxiousness of being listened to.

Whenever I wore too much black, you'll start to find little details to make my day/week a bit better. You'll carry my name sweetly to others.

I started to notice that you took your own notes too.

You started to inspire me into writing different kinds of things, and whenever your smile popped up into my mind.