I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU... Promise!

There have been times in my life when I have come in contact with people from my past. We make eye contact or exchange pleasantries. Sometimes they remember me. Sometimes they do not.
I have had cause to contact people on behalf of others.
My soulmate was in the hospital. She was dying of an incurable cancer. She was in constant pain and her only relief was when she was sleeping. I made a call to a former customer of her (someone who wore the wigs that this woman wore).
"Linda R. Linda R. That name sounds familiar."
I spoke to this woman in another language and said, "She was the girl who made you look beautiful with those wigs you wear."
"Oh!"
Sometimes I have had chance meetings with folks. A teacher or professor, a couple who ran an animal rescue, a friend's nephew who waits tables at a nearby restaurant. I would make contact and try to develop something that might lead to something further. At times things develop. At other times... well... the interest never was strong enough to become reciprocal.
I am sometimes to blame as much as the other. Demands upon me for the continuation of a friendship might be too great for me to handle. Trust might have been broken along the way. Or perhaps I simply say to myself, "I just don't feel good when I am in your company."
...
There were four men in my life who I thought might be the one.
Stephen from Baltimore.
Michael from Detroit.
David from Somerset, NJ
and Karl/Jean from Pikesville, MD

Each left me for some reason or other. Michael and I are still in contact, but I could never truly trust him. And during our last contact (a road trip), he refused to stop the car for rest breaks. And I have a weak bladder. So pulled out a urinal that I keep in my knapsack, and I told him that I was not always good with my aim. And I swore from that day onward that I would never travel with him again.