Remember when we were little,
and our parents would say,
“Don’t talk to strangers”?
Funny how life works.
Look around now —
most of the people closest to us
were once complete strangers.
People we didn’t know existed.
People we probably wouldn’t have spoken to
if we still listened to that advice.
Some of them became best friends.
Some, the ones we loved.
Others are just people we vibe with —
part of our world in ways we never planned.
It’s wild, isn’t it?
How someone can walk into your life as nobody,
and suddenly become a reason
you smile differently.
At first, we keep our guard up.
We don’t know their story,
what they carry,
what they might change.
But somehow,
walls fall.
Time passes.
Connections form.
And before we know it,
that stranger becomes someone we couldn’t imagine life without.
But here’s the part that hurts —
sometimes it all reverses.
Someone who once meant everything…
becomes a stranger again.
Like hitting rewind on a bond you never thought would break.
No goodbyes. No closure. Just space.
And silence.
Maybe that’s just how it goes.
Strangers to close.
Close to gone.
A cycle we all live through.
Still, it amazes me.
How the people who shape us the most
were once invisible.
Fate? Coincidence?
I don’t know.
But I do know this:
Some of the deepest parts of our lives
are written by people
we hadn’t even met yet.
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