You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.

Somewhere in the middle of the story of two strangers, a moment of dilemma comes, when it is just not so easy to define what this is.

You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.
If you feel not happy,
There is this feeling I need to call somebody,
If I feel stressed, and you read my text,
You say, “Did I make you feel upset?”
I carry the complexity,
Complemented with your simplicity.
And yet,
You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.