A gust of wind blew and interrupted my reverie. It was the autumn of 2010, and I was alone in a deserted cafe, my mind more hungry for memories than my stomach was for food. Every afternoon in this same spot, I strive to remember everything that had happened in my life, since my memory's already failing me time and again... Yet there are those moments that one cannot easily forget, for they were ingrained in the heart, and not in the mind. The brain may forget, but the heart remembers.
One such memory is of the man I've met some half a century ago. Yes, I'm quite old, but I remember him as clearly as if it were yesterday. What I remember most was his eyes; those fathomless, chestnut eyes that can see right through your very soul. The same eyes... of the man who still holds my heart, but does not know it.
One second I was sitting as an old woman in the corner of a cafe, and the next thing I know, I was 21 years old again, back in my friend's wedding reception some 50 years ago, reliving the day I've met the love of my heart.
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