You were upset for the rest of the day. Late in the evening, I asked you why that man’s comment bothered you so much.
“Because,” you said, “what if it jinxes what we have? Who walks up to strangers and says, ‘You both look so sweet together. I hope you make it.’?”
“He was wishing us well,” I said with a small laugh, to lighten the mood.
“No, he was not. The way he said it sounded like he had never seen a couple before. Such people cause trouble. They taunt fate with their little meaningless ‘compliments’.”
“Then we should be flattered. Why are you being superstitious? Who knows, maybe he was frozen in ice for a century and he’s just fascinated with all this new life around him.”
“You don’t get it,” you said with a shake of your head, ignoring my joke, “It took me way too long to find you. I can’t lose you. Not for some petty guy out to jinx us, not for anything.”
It was a question you had asked me on numerous occasions: Where had I been all these years, why hadn’t we met before we actually did. Even when posed rhetorically, I expected a question like that to sound corny and cliched, but it didn’t. It sounded sincere coming from you. Even I had asked myself the same. So your remark about having taken too long to find me didn’t surprise me.
What you said next did…
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