Stranger

You've been haunting my thoughts these few days.

Your very presence is like a whisper.

I've never met you before.

I don't even know your name.

You appear to me in many forms.

You never look the same each time I see you.

But I always know it's you.

How is that possible?

I don't know who you are, for kami's sake.

And yet I belong to you as much as you belong to me.

It doesn't make sense.

I always see you with that small smile on your face,

just waiting for me to go to you.

Just standing there waiting.

I see you in my dreams sometimes.

You never talk to me.

You just look at me with that same small smile.

And then I wake up, feeling so unbearably lonely.

It's sheer agony,

having to live each day without knowing who you are.

Without knowing how to find you.

I can see it in your eyes.

You love me.

And you would die to protect me, if you had to.

Not that I would need protecting.

And nor would you.

But I would do the same for you.

You would never treat me like I was made of glass.

But to you...

I would be your everything.

It's a strange feeling.

I can feel your presence sometimes,

especially when I'm alone.

But when I turn around, you're gone.

Who are you?

The answer's quite simple, isn't it.

You're a stranger I've fallen in love with.