I would like to tell you about a young woman here.
Even if I have to admit that I know next to nothing about her.
I can't even remember her name and face.
And I'm pretty sure she doesn't remember my name or my face either.
When I met her I was in my sophomore year and not yet twenty years old.
She was roughly in her twenties.
We worked in the same restaurant at the same time.
At some point we spent a night together.
After that I never saw her again.
At nineteen, I was almost unaware of the movements of my heart, let alone those of other people.
Still, I imagined that I knew some of the nature of joy and sadness, even though I never fully understood their many nuances and their interrelationships, which made me feel uncomfortable and helpless.
Nevertheless, I would like to tell you about my encounter with this young woman.