Something catches my eye. it may be a piece of clothing, a familiar movement of the body or gait, a look or other similarity. I become hopeful for something that I undeniably know cannot happen. When he turns, alas, it is not as I wish. Reality meets expectation. The two worlds seamlessly merge together, like they should, the wish now a mere thin thought that slowly vanishes. Still I feel genuine disappointment.
This is not the first time, and I am sure it will not be the last. Still, these encounters cut like a knife. The scar does eventually heal, but slowly. I must busy myself or it will get worse. Who am I to wish for the impossible? I continue to search, without end.