Stranger. It could mean anything and be anybody. 

I saw a stranger today, but they weren't actually strangers. I knew their name, birthday, favorite color, and all their deepest darkest secrets. We didn't acknowledge each other or wave or say hi, we just glanced for a brief moment and went on with our lives as if we were strangers. 

I can still hear her voice in the back of my head. But there is peace within letting go of someone and being strangers once again. As my parents and friends said to me once we became strangers—, there are always more fish in the sea. 

I've healed from the wounds the “stranger” put on me and i've found my peace within myself and am thankful to have known that stranger for a little part of my life. We were young and dumb saying ”I love you” not even knowing what love truly is. But that's what makes us human in the end, everyone makes mistakes and all you can do is learn and grow from them. 

I miss you, stranger.