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We exchanged shy smiles near the Van Gogh paintings and kept crossing paths through the galleries. I wanted to ask about your favorite artist, but lost my nerve—and then you disappeared into the Egyptian wing.

I spilled my latte all over your sketchbook at the cafe on Bedford. You laughed and said it was “abstract art,” but I’d love to buy you a new notebook (and maybe another coffee).

You were reading “Norwegian Wood” with a yellow umbrella at your feet. Our eyes met when the train stopped over the Manhattan Bridge—I wish I’d said something, but my stop came too soon.