Perseid meteor by Wilfried.B on Flickr.
By every interpretation of the word, we are strangers. Even I cannot argue otherwise. But when our eyes meet for the first time, and I see your mouth shaping the words your heart would like to say but your brain forbids, I know there is something between us. And when, finally, your voice returns to you, and my heart resumes its beating, and we both smile, I know that you see it too. Maybe there is something to be said, we will agree years from now, for what the poets wrote about the crossing of stars.