What do you do when you catch a glimpse of another life?
One that you had. One that you thought was your life. One that was meant to be the way things were.
What do you do when you realise you miss it more than anything else? Miss a person. Miss sharing everything with them.
You see that person and talk to them. The pain of months of being apart gradually fades. You begin to joke, and laugh. You remember the exact shape their eyes make when they laugh. The weird, infectious, child-like giggle they have, that rings in your ears for hours after it's stopped. Forgotten familiarities. Locations of freckles, smell of hairspray, iffy application of fake tan, preferred drinks, shape of hand in hand.
Long blonde hair found on my t-shirt the next day.
A bigger, emptier void.
A child-like giggle that isn't there, except bouncing around an otherwise empty, cloudy head.
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