its quite amazing, how ive known you for such a short time, but it seems as though we've always been friends.
and how i can know, somehow what you think, guess how you feel, and you read me like a book too.
and how i know behind that expression you face the world with, there is a different you.
and everytime i talk to you, its like a mirror reflecting my inner being.
and how im still trying to piece together that jigsaw of your life, as much as you try to see beyond what you see of me.
and im amused, as you are, how we talk. how the conversation makes me think. and likewise, i suppose, you.
and this can go on, forever.

connection with people can never be forced.
its there, or it isnt.
and for many friends, im very glad it just comes naturally.