why kan’t zoe write?

this blog fell on mar 29:

Some 24 hours ago, I re-met someone for the first time. And I liked this re-introduction better.

I was introduced to her some five years ago as a friend’s friend. It was so awkward. I can’t explain to you how it felt like to be looking at her for a split second, thus, acknowledging her existence, yet also knowing at the back of my mind that we both knew that we were born rivals. Something about that meeting.

A few weeks ago, she crossed my mind.

Some days before that, some co-workers said that I remind them of another doctor they all know - that I look like her, talk like her, and act like her.

And yet, I wasn’t able to make that connection.

So some 24 hours ago, when she said the name of our mutual friend, I froze. My mind refused to function and try to work out an explanation. It took some moments later to realize that she was that “rival”.

That awkwardness five years ago was inexistent this time. From that moment on, no word nor action that came after was a lie. By some magic, five years made the difference.

It’s not everyday that you agree when someone tells you that you look like - or at least remind them - of someone they know (or watch on tv and films ). But looking at her for the first time for real, I can see all the similarities. She isn’t my clone, but she can pass as a morena version of me.

I can’t wait to see her again.