They listen to the same bands
I thought you were special, with your dark hair and round eyes, that you laughed in a way I would never forget. That those red lips you had and hopefully still have are a unique characteristic of your persona, you were born with them just like that, nobody would convince me otherwise, your face grew to match their size and nobody else could have similar features.
I thought your thoughts were special and I would never find anyone liking the same bands as you, nor drawing the same way you did, just because back then I thought you drew great. I thought nobody would be as androgynous as you and your ways are unknown to mankind, that the novelty for me was also a novelty for the world.
You know.. all this time has passed and I still look for you on the street, I still look inquisitively at the face of somebody that looks like you. But what good would it do for us to actually meet? None. That's why you never call and that's why I never call. We can still remember eachother, with the nostalgy