12.3.20 // strangers

You're not a stranger to me.
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You never have been.
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When I think about it, I wonder why we call people we don't know, "strangers?" To me, it doesn't make sense.
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We have so much in common, the way our eyes meet, the smile that spreads across our lips, the shared humility of our small existence in this wide galaxy.
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I don't want to call you a stranger, an alien, an unknown.
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I want to call you a friend, a lover, a human.
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I don't want to be pitted against you.
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I want to hold you, to help you, to love you, to lift you up.
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I don't want to let the fear of the unknown whisper lies in my ears about who you are.
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I want to ask you questions, understand your experiences, learn from you, hear from you.
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And maybe then we'll realize the reason that we're told we're strangers is to keep us from being united. To keep us from realizing that we are in fact one shared conscious, one shared love.
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We are a collective energy, one part of the universal tapestry that holds us together, weaving our stories simultaneously in the moments of time we've been privileged to experience here on earth.
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And while our paths have crossed, I refuse to call you something other than friend from now on.