Life's full of them

I seem to collect coincidences in addition to the two already posted. On a London bus I sat next to a girl who turned out to be the sister of my roommate at University 12 years previously. In a country pub in the tiny village of Overbury in Gloucestershire, I literally bumped into a man who had just arrived from Milford, Iowa - a town of fewer than 1,000 people where my mother lived, and he knew her. I was in my office in London showing a girlfriend visiting from the States some pictures, among which were some of my former Irish lover living in Chartres whose marriage and two children finally convinced me I should call things off around 6 years earlier. Just as I was pointing to a photo of Jack taken in France, the phone rang. The receptionist said it was for me and the next sound was Jack's voice. He was in the lobby. We'd both never stopped thinking about each other, but I'd also married and now had a baby. One of those 'if only' moments, but we never saw, spoke, wrote or loved again.