I'm not sure where you came from, or why you chose me out of the crowd, but thank you for that. Me, the intoxicated 35-year-old. You, the sweet, sober 21. They are, clearly, only numbers. It truly was lovely to meet you and hope to run into you again. What a lucky boy, that "one you love." I have no idea how to find you, so a thank you here—with the hopes that you'll find it—seemed best. —Loves a Chance Encounter