you are staring into the eyes of someone whose every curve and corner is burned into your memory. you remember the smell of their skin, the heat of their body. the taste of their sweat, the scent of their genitals and their [bad word] lives within you. every detail and inch of them, every tiny frail hair on their arms and the surface of their body, the contours of their face, every scar and pore and eyelash is a part of you.
they walk past you on the street and you barely recognise them.