I owe you at least half of the story. The ending half. The only problem is…it hasn’t ended. It isn’t ending either. I don’t suspect the ending is going to come before MY ending. Mistake is, after all, a life-long lesson you keep on taking until you’ve learned it by heart. Mistakes…yours or others, regardless.
So today I saw Ms X.
Yes, I saw her. Like I saw her a month and a day ago. I saw her better this time. Longer. Many more coup d’oeil. No, she didn’t see me. Not today. Unlike a month and a day ago, she did see me. She turned around when I wasn’t looking. She turned around and hid. She thought I hadn’t seen her when she finally saw me from about 20 meters away.
Today I saw her for good 10 minutes. She didn’t see me. She didn’t know I was less than 5 meters away from her. I was in a line-up, and she was passing by. A friend of hers stopped her and they had a chat. So I saw her.
Every time I saw her, I felt better about myself. I’m glad I am me. A lesson so good to learn, indeed.
Questa è Enida 
Hmm…i think i might know who you saw. And if i am right, you owe me the whole story, and that means both halves tau!