I have noticed
that the older I get
the less I see people as individuals.
Instead I see them as combinations of people I have already met.
or dislike of certain foods
brings to mind another place
another name or
If I know them long enough
the feeling is reduced down to ghosts
and they become their own person
who someone else reminds me of.
And I think
this feeling is probably shared among the people I meet.
Who are they seeing when they look at me?
Was I someone they loved?
Someone they would prefer to forget?
The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you’re in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.