Carbon Copy

“Woah, why does he look like,”...

I uttered these words with surprisement as a guy passed by me when I was on my way home. My jaws dropped and my eyes were widened. Like man, he really did look like... Someone that I used to know.

The guy was a complete stranger. I followed him with my gaze, still in awe of what was before me. The physical features of the guy were identical with somebody.

He had a skin that was fair as the sunlight. He had the eyes that saw lesser when jubilant. His nose was pointed and perfect, complimenting his facial attributes. His hair, shiny and black; was parted in the middle with bangs flowing freely. He had a pair of thin and smiling lips. His teeth were perfectly aligned. He dressed the same way like he did; oversized shirts paired with skinny jeans on his lean body figure. That guy was also like him; he came from the same land he breathed. Oh, his visible Adam’s apple.

It was like, I saw another version of a person who never knew me, even a bit.

I turned my back. My eyes were still glued on the guy even if he had walked some meters away from me.

“Woah, why does he look like,”...

I never continued to speak. Even if that stranger looked like a particular person, it totally did not drive me crazy like before.

I was reminded of someone who meant the world to me when I saw that guy. Some memories flashed back, too. Yes, I couldn’t deny that I remembered him when I saw his carbon copy that day, but it didn’t bother nor affect me anymore.

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