The ex

I keep seeing my ex. Like everywhere. Except it's not my ex. It's some woman that looks like her, from afar. On the subway, on the street, at the gym, at the grocery store. is that her? GULP. My heart skips a beat, a nervousness comes over me. Oh god, what will I say to her. I look tired, oh why didn't I wear mascara today. It's like that Woody Allen movie where he keeps seeing his mother although, not as humorous, in fact not humorous at all, it's just annoying. I try to think what this means. Does it mean I miss her, does it mean I'm not over it? I have no clue. But the one thing I do know is that there are a lot of women that look like my ex living in Toronto. And that's just not fair.