Once In a Blue Moon.
Every once in a while, you meet someone a lot like you but covered in sun-rays and starshine, radiating elements of who you want to be. They’re rare, few and far between. The kind of person you would have named your first pet after, followed around every day until they got sick of you and then cried about it. I still do that occasionally. I have a horrible trait of finding most people insufferable, but the worthwhile ones I get horribly attached to. Ridiculously so, and then when I can’t follow them around or even see their face every day I sulk. When alcohol’s involved, usually the whiskey kind which makes the missing so much worse, I feel wronged, like the few things I care about that really do care back have been hidden from me. If I had a treasure chest It’d be full of all the nights spent, spontaneously or planned, doing things that to others hold no value, but to me mean everything. You taught me how to feel deeply about the world again, through bad jokes, punk music, being extremely accident prone and truly passionate about all the important things.
You’re my doppelganger just with different tattoos (bar one), darker eyes and redder lips. You make me want to dance.