Dear stranger

To the stranger I learned to love,

I never knew magic could transpire on those late-night talks, between phone conversations and virtual chats—that love can be found in someone you just barely knew.

There were parts of us that only me and you understood, just like a little secret we aren't ready to share with anyone but each other. You hold the key to my vulnerability and I know, there are doors in your soul that only I have opened.

I had ventured the deepest of your inner oceans, I had seen the darkness that lurked on the farthest corners of your mind. And it breaks me that I can't do anything to lift some of the agonies from your chest because all I am capable of is cry for all those tears you can't shed, hurt for all the pain you endure alone and love you even if there were parts of you that damaged me. Because the moment you found the lost me in the galaxy I had in myself, you become a piece of my being—you will always complete me no matter what.

I may not have known even half of you and the rest of it might stay like an unfamiliar place to me, but always know that inside your hurricanes and black holes, my heart will always accept you.