There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.
I’m addicted to his sweet smile and his bright laugh. I’m addicted to his rough hands and his sudden kisses. I’m addicted to his strong arms and his bad jokes. I’m addicted to his stubborn will and his dark eyes. I’m addicted to him.