Is that you? Nah, the person is a reflection of you

As my friends and I were happily chatting away over our meal, I was stunned because I saw "you", in the mirror.

The one that's so familiar yet a stranger-once-again.

The way "you" talked, the way "you" laughed, the way "you" smiled. 

Images form the past are slowly surfacing again.

Is that you?

As I turned to face real you, it was not you.

Unknowingly, I let out a sigh of relief. 

It's better for us to be strangers afterall.