multiple encounters

I'd gone to the theatre in Rome on the 15th of September 2012 - 'As You Like It' by Shakespeare was playing. A play about hidden identities, feigning and love, of course. After the play my father had bumped into someone he had worked with, a young postgraduate named Matthew. We were introduced and he looked strangely at me. I went back home and thought about this man I'd met. I liked him, but I left it at that. A couple of days later he adds me on facebook. I do not accept the request but send a message asking if he'd tell me, in complete honesty, why he added me. To this he replied as I had asked, in complete honesty. And told me he had been struck by me and wanted to see me again very much. I was flattered and remember feeling that there was more to this. I agreed, but a week later he said I had misunderstood everything, he had a girlfriend. I replied if things go in a certain way, we must perforce believe it was the right way. I went abroad for a couple of months, returning to Rome in december. On the 21st I thought about him very deeply during the whole day, asking my father whether it would be a mistake to contact him again after the crude way in which it ended. He said yes, of course. We were in the heart of Rome, Christmas shopping - there were thousands of people everywhere on every street. At a certain point, I unconsciously turn and I see Matthew walk from an alley to another amidst all those people. I took that as a sign, contacted him saying I'd seen him - he said he thought about me often and that we should see each other again. After new years, I didn't hear from him anymore. Initially I was angry because it was the second time he'd proposed meeting, and then pulled back. Yesterday night, the 21st (again) of september 2013 I went for a drink with a friend. Earlier during the day I had thought about him, because my father got tickets for the same theatre, this time it's King Lear playing. I thought about Matthew because I had met him there a year ago, and thought about how strange it would be if I saw him again. I went for drinks, and sat at a table - the waitress didn't come so we went to the bar. For some reason I chose another table, with a certain angle. Sure enough - 30 minutes into the night out. Matthew sits in the table in front of me with a woman. I don't know if he saw me, I turned pale and really couldn't understand why this was happening again - especially after having in some way thought, almost sensed, I could have seen him again. I couldn't help but feel he didn't matter, but the feeling that we were sitting with the wrong person overpowers still.. I'll let you know if tonight, Shakespeare will bring us together, anew.