How could we love a stranger?

Every time I see him it's like the whole world is going mad. Every people start to run without noticing each other, they shout and then kill themselves. The buildings are being destroyed by a terrible windstorm, and we - the two of us - are the last ones who're alive. We save ourselves by the moment we spend together when we look into each other's eyes. An endless moment which causes a huge affection between two magnets that never can be reached by their own will.

The only problem is that I don't know if he sees me. The real me which is always there but nobody knows it. And that part of my soul wants to be seen by that stranger whom my heart fell in love with.

Yesterday, I was thinking about "what if?"
Now, I'm thinking about "what would have happened?"
Tomorrow... Well, tomorrow is a mistery.