It was a Friday morning. It was just an ordinary start to an ordinary day. And I was just walking down Oxford Street towards my place of work, feeling the effects of morning coffee running in my veins as I hummed "Car Wash". And then, I passed an ordinary lady, presumably on her way to work as well, in the opposite direction. Nothing interesting about her, an ordinary person who looked a bit in a hurry. Her hat was decorated with flowers and she had a pink hood over her black blouse. That was when something unimaginable happened. I felt myself reaching out for her, yet my hands were tucked comfortably in my pockets, out of the reach of the cold winter frost. My heart started beating wildly as if I had met the Queen herself. A memory crossed my mind as I attempted to decipher this new feeling.

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"Anna, I'm sorry about what had just happened."
"I don't care. You've hurt me badly. Don't look for me anymore."
"Please Anna, let me explain."
"I don't want to hear your voice!"
"Fine. If that's the way you want it to be, you will not see me anymore after this. I will not attempt to contact you."

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I applied to study in Germany and used the study application to avoid meeting her. Time passed, and I had forgiven her. But pride stood in the way and I did not attempt to contact her to say how sorry I was and how much I missed her. The last I heard of her was that she had graduated with honors and that was 10 years ago.

I turned and looked at the lady who walked past me. There was something vaguely familiar about the way she walked. Yet, I could not be too sure.