how many friends you got?
how many girls? boys? how many you slept with? fought with? said sorry? said love? remember their number? miss them? kissed them? been in their home? know their parents?
grandparents?
spent a whole day together? know what they study/work/love/hate? know their last name?
remember how they look?

I wrote to Lisa (whom I love and consider a friend) that in a way we were like strangers because if something happens to one of us, the other one will never find out. She deducted my definition of strangers: someone who's relatives and friends I don't know.

birthday picture from Tuesday 17/07.
(You won't find Lisa there).