I live in the ground floor of a house, and my landlord and her family live above.
She reminds me of someone from my past. So much so its kind of scary. The same physical attributes, mannerisms, even the same clothing style.
I didn’t notice it fully until last night when I was leaving for the evening, and she was standing in the driveway watching the children play on the lawn, while attempting to train their new dog (who I am stealing for my own, they just don’t know it yet). She saw me coming, smiled and gave me a somewhat exasperated look towards the kids and dog and it was something in that look that made me stop in my tracks, and I saw my old friend so clearly it was almost blinding, and that just wasn’t because the sun was setting.
I stopped and chatted with her and played with the dog and listen as she vented a bit, and again attempted to figure out again what exactly it is that I do for a living. Her expressions and references make me smile, I feel so at home whenever we chat, and I think she enjoys that I am a bit of a puzzle to her. She offers me tidbits of advice on the long distance relationship and we talk 90s music.
She shares so many resemblances to my friend B, it hurts. It makes me miss my friend of yesterday who is lost in that space, you know the one? Between then and now. I wonder if this is the universe telling me that everything is cyclical. Things are reborn into other things…
Or something like that. Yeah, something like that.
I know this will be on your stereo. Even though I don’t, I know.