intrigued stalker

it's so strange how people pop in and out of our lives. I'm not talking about friends or acquaintances here. i mean people that we do not know, whom we can only recognize by face and might not even be able to put a name to it. yet they keep showing up here and there.

every time they do that, we are more intrigued by their existence and want ever so desperately to learn more. we see them from time to time over the years that we feel like we know them, and going up for a quick chat seems completely normal. we (and of course, by "we" i mean "me" or "i" and by "them" i probably mean "him") notice how they change and change back. we find ourselves learning bits and pieces of information completely by coincidence, like where they live or where they have breakfast on a weekend.

we mark their existence by places. when we see them out of place we are taken back to those first few times we saw them at a specific place.

and then there come long, very long, periods when they are nowhere to be seen. it's as if they'd disappeared from sight. and when they disappear from sight they disappear from mind and memory.

then they show up again and we wanna run up and hug them as we recall all the memories of unfulfilled encounters and ask where the hell they've been. but just as the grin forms on our faces we remember that we can't do that. because we don't know them. and we're only an intrigued stalker