His ideas, his perspectives,
everything about him was different,
seemed he was from a different world- an alien
whose lifestyle was completely not similar to mine.
But meeting him was fun,
we interacted as though we were one,
we got along in the long run,
although the differences were still there.
Had some time together
to inject the values of one another to each other,
I fell in love with some of his cultures
just as he loved some of mine too.
Meeting a stranger, I came to the understanding that
life is filled with different people,
existing and relating with their differences,
yet, making the world better.
Meeting a stranger shouldn't be for the promotion of favouritism,
rather it should be for unity and love,
learning and relearning,
making the world a better place to live in.
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Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
