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The Stranger Theory

Isn't it funny how you turn to a stranger when something goes wrong with your loved ones. And suddenly that stranger becomes your number 1 go to person. It's a paradox how we just find someone new to ask solutions to mend the problems of an older relationship like they've known you for years when they actually don't. You are the probable cause. You are the effect, yet you still choose to call yourself a casualty of fate. Why? Is it because you are scared to talk to the ones you love? Or is it because you would just like to a have a pair of fresh eyes take a look at your problem? What is this glimpse of satisfaction that you get from approaching a stranger called? Is it a good thing? Are your secrets truly safe? Does your stranger know what is the best solution to a problem they are unaware of. This feeling of craving to be in the arms of the Unknown  and to not hurt a known. Who is this stranger? What is their connection? Is it just circumstance that forces you to share? But wouldn't that mean you have given your consent! Your heart chose this path. Your mind didn't find anything wrong with it. All implying that you can't find fault with it. Just like you have a stranger to collude, what if your number 1 has one too... What then? Does this mean a rift between the two of you? Are you being replaced? Or could it be that you were never what you think you were? It's scary how you barely managed to fill the hollows of your friend and somebody swoops down from out of nowhere and steals your spotlight from right under you. You are no longer the cause but an effect. You become the baseless truth that everybody is afraid of facing. You turn blue choking on the feelings that you've suppressed, passing out from the questions that you've hidden from your friend. The day comes when all hell breaks loose and jealousy has taken over that little ounce of sanity that you once treasured. You face your friend to ask the burning question instead you blurt the coldest one which you had kept aside for a rainy day. You ask why the stranger over you and the silence that is followed by the answer makes a guillotine look very soothing. The blade drops and you knew it was coming. The blade slices the air and falls to the wood. One swoop down to sever all ties. The deeds done and I m no longer the one. What does that make me? A loner? An idiot with the wrong choice of words? Is this what he would have felt, the stranger , the wretched man who invaded my paradise? I m not any better? So i am him? A stranger waiting to replace another.