Grace

Your unicorn is that stranger,

That stranger whom you see everywhere,

See everywhere yet never connect with,

never connect with in conversation.

I have discovered many unicorns,

Unicorns whom I most often pass in the dining hall.

I have discovered it is rewarding to meet your unicorn,

Your unicorn may become a best friend...

Maybe even something more.

If you meet your unicorn, is that person now a horse?

I guess it could make sense:

Unicorns are mysterious; horses mundane.

You first know nothing of your person, until you meet,

Then the mystery of your person is gone -- merely another person.

<But all people are different>

<But all people have a mysterious side>

True.

But not everyone seems mysterious despite constant, passive interaction.

But not everyone is met in the unicorn fashion.

I wonder if my unicorn finds me mysterious,

Mysterious enough to get to know me more.

I wonder if we'll be the sort who become something more,

More than acquaintances,

More than mundane friends.

<Guess your unicorn person still holds their mysterious side>