Even though he lived next door, I could never speak to him. Maybe I was just too nervous, too shy. His graceful fluidity of movements and poise captivated me in ways I couldn’t grasp. The one time I mustered enough courage to talk to him, I knew this memory would last me a lifetime.
I returned from my internship that summer to find that he had moved out. I knew I would search for him. I tried for an year and gave up. Three years later, I saw him at the subway. I didn’t realize how fast I dashed towards him. He instantly recognized me and I felt I had found everything! We stood there talking, not really knowing what to talk about. The world around me just melted away and time stood still. Then she came along and put her hand on his arm. He said, “Meet Janet, my wife”.