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Unforgettable Encounters
Lingering Memories and the Dance of Fate
Some might call it obsession or loss of self, but for me, it’s an impromptu reminder of an unexpected encounter. A weird force and incomprehensible intertwine woven by the fates.
A little over a year ago, I told a tale of an unusual meeting in the produce section of a grocery store. Two opposites who find themselves in extensive conversations prompted by questions like, “Where might I find more cilantro?” A tango of words fueled by an attraction — well, at least on my part.
Many days with longer and longer sentences, adding more and more context and expression of interest. An unfolding of conversations beyond the realm of edible products and into curious territory. A memory of intrigue that lasted a few months and abruptly changed the day I asked for their number. Now, a year later, I find myself with intermittent and heavy reminders every time I pick up a banana. An amalgam of memories that led nowhere.
What’s worse is that I never try to remember, I never force myself to recall a connection…