Her eyes, a deep shade of green, look so familiar. I feel as though I've stared at her for my whole life, for years. I run my fingers through her tangled red hair, the smooth fibres sliding past my skin. I feel like I know her.
He looks so familiar. Do I know him? His brown eyes are so warm, like chocolate bars on a hot day. His glasses are a little beaten up, the glass is scratched and the frames are worn. His neck is smooth, his skin feels almost as warm as I do. I feel like I know him.