You won’t meet many of them, but certain people will change your life. They’re the ones you should never have met, so years later you think back and sigh – it must have been fate. Not all of them change your life for the better, but they’ll leave a mark; sometimes a kiss, often a scar.
They’re the ones you didn’t expect. They appeared out of nowhere. You can’t recall who extended the invitation, but one of you must have accepted. Maybe they forced their way in, or maybe you fell and wanted them to stay.
It’s never the perfect stranger who smiled as you walked past.
It’s never the shy fellow reading your favourite book on the bus.
It’s always the skilled liar who cried as they broke your heart.
It’s always the wronged lover who smiled as you tore them apart.