I saw someone who looked like him. Enough like him to make me look twice. Three times.
Four times.
Repeatedly.
Again.
Until I was staring.
But it wasn't him, it wasn't The Dane.
Just someone who looked like him.
Just the idea of him.
Just me wishing it was him, wishing we were 'running into' each other like we do. Wishing suddenly he would text me. Suddenly checking my phone in case he did.
He didn't.
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