Small Short Stories

L O O K A L I K E

The first time I saw you, I felt a spark, I finally felt something. We were both out with friends, but somehow none of them matted when we started talking. When we started to get to know each other. I felt alive. You made me feel alive. And it was the best feeling I could have imagined.

Then I changed. And you didn't like that. You didn't like that I wanted to live for something, but you made me open my eyes. I went back to school, I finished my degree and I found my life. I stupidly allowed myself to be happy. Then you left. And you broke me again.

I see the photos you post, and they make me laugh. Does she remind you of me? Does she remind you of the early mornings we had together, and the late nights alone? Does she remind you of me? Cause she could pass off as my twin.

I see you trying to recreate things we did with her. And I wonder, does she know you did this with girls before her? That she's not at all special? You wanna make me jealous by doing this? It isn't working... you're just hurting yourself over and over again. And I feel sorry.

We bump into each other, and i see your eyes, the longing they have. You say you love her, but you're not fooling me, I hope you feel the pain I went through, I hope you feel the suffering you inflicted on me when you're with her, I hope you treat her better. Because we're done.

Does she remind you of the kindness I showed you, the bitchiness I hold, the humor I possess? Does she remind you of the places we went, the things we did, the dreams we had? Does she allow you to play with her hair, to fall asleep when watching a movie? Does she remind you of all the fun we had together? Cause she could pass off as my younger sister.

At night when I can't fall asleep, I think about you, I think of all the fun things we did. I smile at the little things you did, and the infuriating this you did just out of spite. I try to forget those things. To forget you and all the stupid shit you said and did. But I can't. I wonder what it would be like to find someone else like you. To find someone that reminds me of you. I want to do that, to find someone that looks like you, like you did me.

Does she remind you of all the fun we had? Of all the trouble we got in? Does she remind you of all the text messages and long phone calls we did? Does she remind you of all the great things we did together? Or do you see the broken girl you meet that night? Cause she could pass off as my cousin.

I hope she reminds you of me... because you haven't left my head, you probably never will. And that kinda makes me feel hopeless and trapped, but i can't help it, my friends worry when they shouldn't really.

No, I can't lie

I need a lookalike