I met my friend S at a friendship day outing. One of the group activities was kite flying. By day’s end, we had exchanged telephone numbers. Our friendship blossomed and withered within the space of a couple of months. He had to leave the neighborhood. I tried to keep in touch but calling was out of range. My greeting card was not reciprocated. My family said he was no longer interested and I should move on. I thought I could not see a kite without crying for my unrequited interest but after a few years, I managed to keep a straight face and fly past the old memory.<\/p>\n

One night, around 22 years after S left, I had a dream:<\/p>\n