I’ve met thousands of people. They’re like you in many ways — their hair, their eyes, the way they smirk and smile. They have your voice, they have your touch, your words, your smell but they’re not you. 

That’s what pains me, kills me. The likeliness others have with you is what brings me back to you. And it’s no question that I can search to find thousands of people who all share a little piece of you, but never again will I find someone who is exactly like you.