We met at a rave, and she was my sister for 24 hours 

"Girl I love your braids" she said with a high pitched voice

"Girl I love your make up" I replied with the same energy, blame it on the alcohol.

And then she was my best friend and sister for 24 hours.

It felt like we knew ourselves forever 

She knew I disliked lime and make sure my drinks didn't have them

I knew she loves to capture every moment so I made sure every of her dance moves and smiles was frozen in time, I took pictures that could last long for her.

She shooed away the guys that wanted to act like a creep and I pointed out the guys that I knew she'll find hot.

The funny thing about the universe is that you never know your last meeting with someone and the universe made sure it was my first and last time meeting her.

I wanted to ask for her number but we got separated in a way even I can't remember 

And when I think about her, I smile and pray she's doing ok wherever she is.

Maybe our meeting once was just perfect, to keep a pure feeling towards ourselves 

Without taint, without blemish 

And oh, I don't know her name so I call her "my perfect stranger"

Have you met your perfect stranger?