[ WP ] All my life I had been fascinated with the memories I can recall that were n't my own .

I woke up next to a woman I've never met. Well, I've never met her, but I remember meeting her. Physically, it was the first time I have ever encountered her. Before uttering a single word to her, I knew her name, address, favourite food, and the fact that she wears socks to bed. At a small cafe store, our eyes locked and I gave a smile. 
 
 `` Have we met somewhere before?'' I inquired, gazing at her curiously. 
 
 `` Maybe. Listen, I'm waiting for someone. If you could not hit on me, that'd be great.'' Her reply left much to be desired. 
 
 `` Sorry, you just seem really familiar.'' I gave her a small laugh and parted ways. 
 
 Exiting the store, I bumped into a younger man. He muttered an apology and I responded with another. There was a familiarity of that man as well. The sight of his face was burned into my memories. A striking recognition that made my heart skip a beat. 
 
 I strolled into the street. Stores pranced their goods behind glass to entice unwary pedestrian. As I admire freshly made croissants, I focused onto my own reflection on the window. 
 
 It was a striking similarity. The face I bumped into, of the young man at the coffee shop, stared back. A slight beard and some wrinkles here and there were the only difference. I blinked to clear the mirage, but the image mocked me behind that glass window. 
 
 I am me. That's what I'm sure of. But what am I? 
 
 Tendrils of memories slowly grabbed hold of me. I am him. I am the young man at the coffee shop. I am married to the woman that brushed me off. 
 
 Correction, I was married to the woman at the coffee shop. I've gone back. I remembered a sense of urgency. But my memory failed me. There was something that I needed to do. Something these memories are a part of.
