When someone says this, it is because you feel familiar to them. They have seen you before. And they see you, now, again.
But today marks the second day that a recently met stranger parts ways with me by saying, “It’s good to see you.”
To see me.
This is not usual.
What a connection–to see another person for the first time so straightly that they become a familiar face, endeared to you. So that when you part, you feel as though you are saying farewell to a deep friend. You don’t say ‘nice to see you’ to a stranger.
And how beautiful is this? That you could look upon someone’s face with love and listening, taking in his face and eyes and intention as he looks upon yours, poring over each expression as you talk so that slowly, and then at an instant, you become to each other someone you are glad to see, again and again.