Sometimes I see strangers walking by and they look like people I know. This happens to everyone I think, especially people who traverse busy college campuses.

But when I see strangers that look similar to my favorite people I hesitate. Surely they must be similar to some of my favorite people.

I imagine that if I stopped them and started talking, a friendship would blossom and that this new, clean, beautiful relationship would be well taken care of. We would say and do all the right things and happiness, peace, and understanding would creep in and fill us up. We would overflow and the world would be better.

But I fuck everything up. I don't give the look-a-likes a chance because I know that looks are deceiving. I continue to give less than I can to all of my friends and to all the people I already know. I'm less sweet. I care less and do less. And I don't know if I will or can or want to change. Part of me is sorry.