You pass by each other day to day.
Never really seeing the other one at all.

Then the day comes and you stop, you say hello.
Exchange names.

Each day that passes, you stop and talk a little more,
Growing closer than the day before.

Each day passes now, you look forward to see that smiling face. One that you have grown accustomed to seeing. Waiting and watching for it.

You can’t explain it, but that face is a bright spot in your day. When things seem to be going all wrong,
they seem to put a smile on your face.

When you experience joy, you can’t wait to share with them. When your heart is heavy, they ease the load.

One day you discover, that person in passing, has become your friend.

---Tatty---