I’ve recently found someone that looks just like me, every feature from my hair to my jawline; actually he looks slightly better. The small imperfectionists that I obsess over, well, he didn’t have. When I first saw him I was left utterly confounded, I have no twin that I know of, no long lost siblings and if I didn’t know any better it could of been my own reflection. I wanted to call out to the man but somehow I had lost him, it was dark; the sun had recently set. I don’t think he was trying to hide from me, in fact, it looked like he could of cared less if he had seen me. It was something about the way he presented himself, his walk, his chin pointed towards the sky; it was clear that he was confident — something I struggled with.
The next day I went back to the same place that I had first seen him, I must of waited for hours but like the day prior he soon showed himself, I once again contemplated the idea of calling out to him but instead I chose to see where he would go; so I followed trying my best not to be seen. Right away I saw he was a bit taller which angered me; I mean the man already had my face did he really need the extra height? I spent most of the night following him; going to places that didn’t seem of much significance, until, he visited her; Amy — my girlfriend. After that I must of followed him every night and like clockwork he would always end…
