Here it is!!!!

PART I - ONLY non-stranger
Everyone, except for my biological mother with whom I shared everything even before I was anything, is a stranger.
PART II - Stranger as a friend
I always assume a stranger is a friend until AND unless proven otherwise. I know that is not a wise thing to do and that you have to be neutral to any beginning relation so as to safeguard yourself. I have had my fair share of losses in this process too, in terms of hurt emotions, exploits, manipulations, time, and energy.
But I cannot change my attitude, even if it does not sound ‘mature.’ 
To think of a stranger as a ‘stranger’ requires a lot impassivity which I lack immensely.
I am a person of passion, action, and energy. Although I am embarrassed to admit, I am gaining this skill slowly. Each time I lose a friend due to my/other person’s stupidity, I always go over the good times we shared. And I hope one day things will fall in place. I do the same even with the people I do not like, realizing not everyone on this planet needs to meet my requirements of being ‘good.’ I just write-off the resources wasted to life’s valuable lessons learnt.
PART III - Friend as a stranger
Sometimes when a friend turns a stranger, I gripe with it. Why, but why, Oh why? I loved her more than anything and looking at her gave me such joy. She just rejected me for my flaw, will she know I repent? Would we have been better friends in a different state of life? Will I ever know? Will we ever be back again? Will the broken china stick to make a unique masterpiece? Can we start afresh?
At the least, will she smile at me genuinely? That is all I need to know when I leave.

After this sorrow a stranger turned friend turned stranger gifted me, I see another stranger and I smile warmly. She smiles back. I jump for joy