He sat next to me for a moment today when he came by to pick up the kids for Father's Day. It was a surreal moment. So ordinary. Just sitting next to each other, watching our kids happily chase their puppy through the sunlit backyard.
On the surface, he looked the same today. It was almost scary. I saw him and wanted to wrap him in my arms and laugh about the silly things we used to tease each other about. But he wasn't him. He's not the man I knew. You see, I don't know his goals, hopes, dreams or fears anymore. I don't understand his choices. I don't know what he likes, what he believes, where he will be in five years, or even where he will be tomorrow. I don't know who he sleeps with, eats with, plans with or lives with. I don't know anything about him. Nothing more than skin deep. He looks like the man with whom my soul communed, but I don't recognize him at all.
He is the most familiar stranger I have ever known.