I simply say that because there are moments shared between two people when you realize you’re in the room with the wrong person, you’re sharing a toothbrush with the wrong mouth, you’re sharing a pair of loafers with the wrong feet. There was something distinctly peculiar about the two of us together and I had known it from the moment I had first met him, when he had begged for my attention at the small café where I ordered my coffee every morning.
