The abstract moment of truth when you suddenly see what it means by DNA and the thread that runs through your blood.
OMG. Oliver and I look like mirror images (diagonally mirrored in this case) of each other. Totoro and I are spending too much time together. Either that or we are/were dressed by the very same hands in the very same tastes, just at different decades in time.
Or maybe the notion of narcissism too. I always found Oli to be very good-looking. 😀 😀 😀