My stranger

For now we are not enemies, lovers or even friends, just strangers with some memories. Right poem wrong time, right script wrong line, right person wrong time, and a piece of you was never mine. I've waited for our lines to intertwine, but now I see your line quite parallel to mine. You were a whole chapter in my story while I was a line in yours it's as if you were the sun and I was the moon 🌙 two things that will never meet. And yet again I find myself daydreaming about what could've been but you'll forever stay a dream. A fairy tale missing it's final chapters as fate cruelly closed it before our happy ending. If loving me back were to happen when the sun rises, it would be forever be night time for me. We never became lovers nor did we become friends, in the end we just became strangers again.