You are like a phantom that roams free in my thoughts.
You are like a fragrance. Traces of you remain with me. But I can never grasp the real scent.
I know I could keep staring at your face forever and never grow tired. And yet, the moment I look away, I will forget what you look like.
And strangely, that doesn’t disturb me.
Because I know: If there is one stranger I wouldn’t mind meeting over and over and over again, it’s you.