To be like her
I saw someone — fleetingly — who reminded me of her. This is what I have to look forward to, these little snippets of memory as long as I breathe, surprising me from time to time. My feelings for her remain, and the questions remain, too. There were times I wished I could ghost myself into her somehow, to live among her thoughts and feel her heartbeat, to soak up the rhythm and rhyme of such a beautiful creature, to truly understand who she is and why she is what she is. Yes, I want to be like her. No, I don't want to change my gender, but we often desire to be like those we love, emulating them to ridiculous degrees. Psychologists call it mirroring or bonding or whatever label they feel like attaching. But it's just wonderment, sometimes awe, because we found someone really special, and we want to be special like them. We fall far short of being like them, of course, but that does not stop us from trying. Little does she know I already took things she said or did to heart, fo...