There's a remarkable sense of otherness, lately, about even the most familiar people.
I know I know you, yet every time we interact, it's as though for the first time. I recognize familiar habits, coughing to clear your throat, a face you always make. And yet you are as a stranger. And then the spell breaks and it's you and I again, playing out one of our usual interactions, actors in a familiar scene. But is it really us? I wonder if I'm losing my mind. This should be more familiar.
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Yes, I've changed a lot too since I met this girl. It's like I found the daughter I never had.
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