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“Wish I could?talk?to her. Half an hour would?be?plenty:?just ask?her?about?herself, tell her?about?myself, and??what I'd?really like?to do.?Explain to her?the?complexities of fate?that have?led?to our passing?each other?on a?side?street in Harajuku?on a?beautiful April morning?in 1981. This was something?sure?to be?crammed?full of warm secrets, like?an antique?clock?build?when peace filled?the?world.
She's walking?east to?west, and?I west to?east. It's a?really nice April morning.”

Potentiality knocks on the?door of my heart.
Now?the?distance between us has narrowed?to?fifteen yards.?
How?can I approach her? What should?I say??
"Good?morning, miss. Do you?think?you?could?spare?half an hour for a?little?conversation?"
Ridiculous. I'd?sound?like?an insurance salesman.
"Pardon me, but would?you?happen to?know?if there?is an all?night cleaners in the?neighborhood?"
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying?any laundry, for one?thing. Who's going?to buy a?line?
like?that??
Maybe?the?simple?truth would?do. "Good morning. You are?the?100% perfect girl for me."
No, she?wouldn't believe?it. Or even if she?did, she?might not want?to talk?to?me. Sorry, she?could?say, I might be?the?100% perfect girl for you, but you're?not the?100% boy for me. It could?happen. And?if I found?myself in?that situation, I'd?probably go to?pieces. I'd?never?recover?from the?shock.
I'm thirty?two, and?that's what growing?older?is all about.

Oh, well. It?would?have?started "Once upon a?time" and?ended?"A sad?story, don't you?think?"
Once upon a?time, there?lived?a?boy and?a?girl. The boy was eighteen and?the?girl sixteen. He?was not?unusually handsome,?and?she?was not?especially 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. Yes, they believed?in a?miracle.?And?that miracle?actually happened.
One?day the?two came?upon each other?on the?corner?of a?street.
"This is amazing," he?said. "I've?been looking?for you all my life. You?may not?believe?this, but you're?the?100% perfect girl for me."?
"And?you," she?said?to him, "are?the?100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd?pictured?you?in every?detail. It's like?a?dream."
They sat on a?park?bench, held?hands, and?told?each other?their stories hour after?hour. They were?not?lonely anymore.?They had?found?and?been found?by their 100% perfect other. What a?wonderful?thing?it is to find?and?be?found?by your 100% perfect other. It's a?miracle, a?cosmic?miracle.
As they sat and?talked,?however, a?tiny, tiny sliver?of doubt took?root?in their hearts:?Was it really?all right for one's dreams to come?true?so?easily??
And?so, when there?came?a?momentary lull in?their conversation, 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 without fail. And?when that happens, and?we?know?that?we?are the?100% perfect?ones, we'll marry then and?there. What do?you?think?"
"Yes," she?said, "that is exactly what we?should?do."
And?so they parted,?she?to the?east, and?he?to the?west.
The?test?they had?agreed?upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should?never?have?undertaken it, because?they really and?truly were?each other's 100% perfect lovers,?and?it was a?miracle?that they had?ever?met. But?it was impossible?for them to?know?this, young?as they were.
The?cold, indifferent waves of fate?proceeded?to?toss them unmercifully.

Time?passed?with shocking?swiftness, and?soon the?boy was thirty?two, the?girl thirty.
One?beautiful April morning, in search of a?cup?of coffee to start?the?day, the?boy was walking?from?west to east, while?the?girl, intending?to send?a?special?delivery letter, was walking?from east to?west, but?along?the?same?narrow street?in the?Harajuku?neighborhood?of Tokyo. They passed?each?other?in the?very center?of the?street. The?faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered?for the?briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a?rumbling?in their chest. And?they knew:?

She?is the?100% perfect girl for me.?

He is the?100% perfect boy for me.?

But the?glow?of their memories was far?too?weak, and?their thoughts no longer?had?the?clarity of fourteen?years earlier. Without?a?word, they passed each other, disappearing?into?the?crowd. Forever.

A sad?story, don't you?think??

Yes, that's it, that is what I should?have?said?to her.