he is a stranger, whom I think about more than people who love and care about me. Why? I could say "just because" and finish up the sentence...but that won't do. Maybe because we are always interested in things that are far away. Things that we can't have but always want. moreover, i like him for the reasons known only to myself - all all those little things I can't find words to describe. He is one of a kind - with bad temper, big heart and unique personality. He knows me without saying. How do I know all that? I just feel it. It's like knowing someone all your life. I just haven't met him yet.