I wish I could meet a stranger in the midst of an enormous gathering.

We'll sit down, in the corner of the place full of laughter, joy and celebration. I'll ask her if she wants something warm to drink. I wouldn't ask her name. I'll just tell her that I'm walking by myself and I figured it'd be a good thing to find someone, completely anonymous, and talk to that someone even just for a while. (Why is the stranger a girl? Because sharing things with a guy is just.. er, immaculately gross.)

I'll tell her about how hesitant I was to go to that celebration. She could relate to me how she's enjoying the night. I'll tell her the things I've been keeping to myself - like how I truthfully had no reason to go to the said occasion. How alienated I have been feeling this past few months (the past year?). How I wish I had someone to talk to. She'd probably smile once I share my thoughts on the people around us - how they walk, how they rejoice irrationally, how they had no idea what's running on our minds.

If she'd find the conversation interesting, I'll ask her about herself. What brought her to the place we're at. I'll ask some out-of-the-blue questions, like what she does when she's bored or does she believe in music like how I believe in fairy tales. Maybe we'd share our sentiments on relationships and love; after all, it could be a fascinating and an amusing turn of talks. I'd be smiling slightly if she'd tell me her notions on hope, despair, and happiness.

We'd blow the steam off our warm drinks and pretty soon we'll stand up and say our good-byes. And what's the best thing about talking to a stranger? It's reverie - with the pleasure of opening up to someone who doesn't know you and will not judge you, the goodness of being able to talk without holding back. The feeling of being nameless, and free. I know this just happens in the movies, but still, something like this would be nice. Heh.