We weren't close companions, nor were we opponents harboring ill will. Instead, we linger in the realm of unfamiliarity, linked only by a handful of recollections. Our connection lies in those scattered memories, moments that define our limited relationship.
Somewhere in between the spectrum of friends and foes, we exist as strangers with a touch of shared history. We're like distant passerby, leaving traces of our encounters as memories. Those instances, though not numerous, painted a picture of our connection – not built on deep bonds, but rather on fleeting instances that left an impression.
The phrase captures a middle ground, where our interactions fall into the domain of strangers, yet the traces of our time together give a hint of recognition. It's a reminder that connections come in various shades, and our association, though not entirely defined, rests on the foundation of those remembered moments.