They did not know each other at all.
Technically, they’ve known each other for half their lives. Yet truthfully, as we are aiming for truth, they were strangers. When two people know each other when they are young, then briefly separate in the time that they grow old, they become strangers.
That is what they told themselves every morning after having had a dream about the other.
The dreams meant nothing. At least, that is what they said.
One of them was better at denying it than the other, carrying only a sliver of curiosity while the other was often driven mad.
Until one day, a knock.
It seemed the one driven mad could be driven mad no more, for she was on the other’s doorstep.
When the door opened, she was proven right. They were strangers.
The man that stood there was not the boy she knew.
In fact, the man that stood there was so unfamiliar, she found him rather frightening.
Just as she was about to apologize and walk away, he went ahead and said, “You’ve been having them too.”
And there he was. There he was all along.
Her heart swelled so much she felt as though it would not fit through the doorway as he stood aside to let her in.