Because to have met you, is my gain.
The probability for us to meet possibly started long before. Until we've finally met and got each other introduced, but I don't think I actually saw you even then. Until I saw you.
It was on a different occurrence, after that. One afternoon when I smiled at you because both of our stranger's eyes met. And you just stood there, probably unsure of who I was. I waved you a hello to slay the awkwardness. And you waved back, still unsure.
Life is funny that way. Now my best nights are the ones I spent talking with you. You are a very dear friend. The one I wish to hear from. The one I can't imagine being without. The one I wish to protect. The one I trust. The one I go crazy about.
