She’s no longer a part of my life, but lately I’ve found myself feeling haunted by memories of her. I see her in places I wouldn’t expect. Is that her over there on the bus? No, it’s just another girl who looks vaguely similar from the back, the same hair, the same shoulders, and perhaps as she turns around I see the same cute, little, up-turned nose. But it’s not her. I could never be her.
On TV I see her resemblance in many actresses. But I know it’s not her. Do they remind me of her, or was it her that reminded me of them in the first place. And why should I suddenly find myself remembering her like this? Perhaps I’m feeling lonely in this cold Winter air. Or perhaps it’s finally time for me to forget about her and get on with my life, and this haunting is just my brain’s way of working through the heartache?
