Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
I Thought I was not Alone.
by Walt Whitman
I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light—that one has utterly disappeared,
And those appear that perplex me.