The city that I live is not that big. Maybe 100,000 people. It is not unusual to see someone you know when you are out and about, especially downtown where the “fun” things usually happen. But somehow, the one person you want to see, the only person you ever want to see, still manages to escape you. You know he’s here, you know places where he has been. And so you plan to go out with friends. You get ready, put in a little extra effort, and the second you step out your door you imagine a million serendipitous occurrences that would finally have you run into him. Your eyes constantly search crowds of people, scanning the faces of passersby’s, staring into the eyes of strangers, hoping they’ll turn into the eyes you long to see. Until eventually it’s time to go home, defeated, disappointed, lonely and more than a little pathetic. Why can’t he need to see me the same way I need to see him?
