They’ re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Wislawa Szymborska, 1923- 2012
Since they’ d never met before, they’ re sure that there’ d been nothing between them. But what’ s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways— perhaps they’ ve passed by each other a million times?
I want to ask them if they don’ t remember— a moment face to face in some revolving door? perhaps a“ sorry” muttered in a crowd? a curt“ wrong number” caught in the receiver?— but I know the answer. No, they don’ t remember.
They’ d be amazed to hear that Chance has been toying with them now for years.
Not quite ready yet to become their Destiny, it pushed them close, drove them apart, it barred their path, stifling a laugh, and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals, even if they couldn’ t read them yet.