Echoes Of Herself

I thought of her all the time, at the time. She haunted my life. You know that thing where when you think about someone a lot, you catch glimpses of them in any vaguely similar person who happens to cross your path? There is a strange flutter in your heartbeat, a brief shock of excitement as you see that all too familiar hair cut or colour, or style of clothing in the distant crowd ahead, or a typical body movement or gesture. A style of walk or manner of dress that you thought was hers alone. It seems she leaves traces and echoes of herself throughout your world. Everywhere you go you find spaces she could fill and gaps where she isn't.