Strangers

I love you.

I laugh and smile with you at joyous days.

I cry and greive with you at those that are filled with sorrow.

I reminise with you, thinking back on days gone by.

I dance with you to your favorite song.

I listen to your stories, hanging on every detail.

I sit with you on quiet days that seem only to exist, and only hardly.

I am with you when chaos and discourse reign, assuring you all will be steady again.

I am with you always, caring for you and about you.

You can always count on me.

Yet I do not know you.

You are a stranger to me.

But I love you.