I was walking around Uptown Minneapolis, taking in the sights, when I noticed a message chalked on the side of a building. The message read:
"You know who you are. Call me."
I assumed the message was for me because I definitely know who I am.
I pulled out a ballpoint pen and wrote on the wall:
" I know who I am...but I don't know who you are. "
The next day it rained. The chalk message was washed away but my ballpoint message remained. What had once been a budding romance turned into an existential dilemma.
Such is the nature of love sometimes.