It was almost magical, that night. It was as if the moonlight shone just on our faces, as if time stood still for us as we stood there saying goodbye.
He made the reservations, my choice of dishes was top-notch, he said. In an exotic rustic setting, we took our time to finish the food.
We chatted about how we came to Japan, how past decisions brought us to where we were. Polite pleasantries, smiles, some laughters.
But it was not meant to be.