And so the girl spoke, “What happened that day, the day you said was your last vivid memory of me?”
He replied, “You spotted me in a long line and I stepped out of my place so we can sit and chat. And then you went ahead. Just like that. Unlike you, I remember that day but I don’t remember what we talked about. Maybe because I was overwhelmed with finally seeing you again. That after years and years, I was there, standing in front of you, at close range, sharing a brief moment of recollection, even if I had to give up a spot I held on for hours.”