Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. He was not particularly handsome, and she was not particularly beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. To meet each other would have been a miracle, but this was a miracle that was destined to happen.
One day the boy and girl came upon each other on the corner of a street.
And the boy said to the girl: “This is amazing! I’ve been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you’re the 100% perfect girl for me.”
She said to him: “Of course I believe it. You are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I’d pictured you in every detail. It almost feels like a dream.”
So they sat on a park bench, and held hands, and told each other their stories for hours. They were not lonely anymore.
As the afternoon wore on, however, a tiny sliver of doubt pricked their hearts: They wondered if it was possible for dreams to come true so easily.
And the boy said to the girl, “Let’s test ourselves – just once. If we really are each other’s 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again. And when that happens, we will get married right then and there.”
And she said: “Yes, that is exactly what we should do.”
And so they parted, he to the east, and she to the west.
Now this separation was completely unnecessary, because they really and truly were each other’s 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But they were too young to know.
Then, one winter, the city was struck with an epidemic, and the boy and the girl became very sick. For weeks they drifted in and out of consciousness, fluttering on the line between life and death. Eventually, luckily, they recovered their strength, but the fever had ravaged their minds, and they had lost all memory of their earlier years.
Now these were two very determined young people, and so they worked hard to return to society. And eventually they were able to do the necessary things, like get to their jobs, shop at the market, walk to the post office. They even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
And so they lived, and years passed, and they grew older. Then, one beautiful April morning, the boy was walking to the market to get some milk, headed from east to west, while the girl was walking to the post office to mail a letter, west to east. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of memory flickered for the briefest moment in their hearts. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memory was too weak, and minds were not as clear as they had been years before. And so, without a word, they passed each other in the street, and disappeared from each others lives… forever.
Sad story, don’t you think? I came across it over three years ago, and it has now become relevant to me once again.