Silver Haired Fox

How do you know my name?

Maybe you said it on a cellphone conversation I overheard while taking a bus with you for two years. Loving you without saying a word, but loving you just the same. And you noticed me out of curiosity once at a grocery store where I didn't recognize you because you cut your hair.
Or maybe we all died in a nuclear disaster fifty years ago and we're just two replicas of ourselves the government hasn't told that we aren't real yet and we're just screaming into infinite silence at one another? But we're the only two who've figured it out yet?
 Or it could be the former.
Either way, I love you, Silver Haired Fox, and I wanted you to know.