Have we met before?

Excuse me sir, have we met before?
I know you, I know I do, but for some readon I don't.

I know your face, your voice, your style.
It's like I have a crystal clear image of your soul.

I see between the words you say,
I hear what isn't spoken.

I don't know why I know the things I do,
but I do without a doubt.

It almost feels like we've hung out before,
at one time you were my frined.

Through the years we've seemed to lost touch,
We've forgotten who the other was

A stranger, yet familiar
a conundrum to explain.

The answer lies, just beyond my grasp,
though your nature to me is plain

Excuse me sir, have we met before?
Am I just as familiar to you?