Love & War, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

Face to Face

“That’s the second person who says we look alike”, she mused. “They’re right”, was his candid response. “Really? How so?” and then he said the most beautiful thing, “We all want to see traces of what is familiar when we look in the mirror. I see pieces of you in me when I look at my reflection.” She looked at him blanky, but inside, she was swooning…

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