The one where I wish to be someone else

"It was you,"

He stills, and for a split second, he looks striken, but his expression shifts.

"I was still in high school then, and it was in the parking lot, I was running. You were there. You caught me when I was about to fall. "

"Sweetheart, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't?" I ask. He shrugs

"I don't." He releases me, and we start walking again.

I don't say anything else. I'm too preoccupied with my thoughts. Really, what is up with this? I take a peek at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so familiar, I thought maybe, I might have seen him before. I was so sure before, but now, not so much.

I mean, it is possible it isn't him, after all that was a few years ago. I might be mistaken. I don't remember that day well, but I know I remember his eyes. That stranger had the same striking blue eyes as Max.

I decide to let the matter go. If he isn't the one, fine. If he is the one but he doesn’t want to talk about it, that's also fine.

Max takes a turn, and I