was walking along the sidewalk earlier on my way home when i saw this guy sitting on a bench. i literally stopped in my tracks. i thought it was my ex, w.
the resemblance was amazing. or so i thought. i actually stared and almost said hi. he stared back and that's when i realized it wasn't him. i kept on staring and decided they didn't look all that much alike.
it's almost sad that i could actually mistake that guy for w. there were marked differences in the faces.
i think it's sad because i used to know every plane, line, and crease on w's face. i'd know him from the side, from the back, and most definitely from the front. but now the face in my head is not as clear.
i suppose everybody goes through this. perhaps it's the subconscious' way of coping.
perhaps it's survival.