Who are we?

Its hardly been a month,

feels like a life time of knowing one person.

How do you do that,

make me glued to every word you utter

immersed in thoughts you trigger

captivated by moments you spark.

I pause every thought and turn my mind into a canvas.

I paint your portrait and make it my center piece.

Which begs me to ask, 

who are we?

what are we?

why should we?

why should we insist to let things be yet we know we're wrong.

We are strangers 

know each other well

one in different bodies

fascinated by each other

not in love but intrigued by each other's way of thinking,

who are we truly?

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