Lookalike

I was sat across from someone sipping a cider that tasted like a beer, and the warmest nostalgia filled my chest. I wanted to grab hold of his arms, lace and unlace my fingers from his, run my hands through his hair and down his neck and pull him in. He asked what I was smirking at, and I looked down and laughed. I felt like a horrible person for making him feel like I was lost in him.

You remind me of someone.

But I still drank it in. And when we walked down the alleyways in Stroud, I savored it. If he was anything like you, this is the last time we’d be out together, and I’d enjoy it.