I saw him today.

It wasn't actually him, after all. He is not here, nor would he be here, standing at my office's front desk, signing some irrelevant paper.

But oh my, did it look like him. A younger, calmer, freer, less intense version of him. His skin tone, his eyes...it was so very much like him.

I let my eyes linger on this now stranger for just a moment. How often does one see a ghost anyway?

It left me with the question: how does our love for persons previous shape the way we love today? Is it worth exploring how? Or is that just a distraction from all the attention and energy our current love deserves?

On another note, who the f*ck signs their email with "Happy Day"?