He smiled and pointed toward the newspaper lying on the table where an article about my company was printed on the front page. “Not exactly,” he replied. “But it seems that half the city knows who you are.”
I laughed awkwardly. “That feels a little strange.”
He chuckled softly and said, “If it helps, I did not come over here because of that.”
“Then why?” I asked.
He shrugged lightly. “Because you have been reading the same page for twenty minutes.”
I glanced down at the book and realized he was right. I laughed out loud, and for some reason talking to him felt easy and natural without any expectations or memories from the past.
We spent hours talking about business, travel, and life after forty. When we finally stood up to leave he said something that stayed in my mind for a long time.
“Some people believe losing something means losing everything,” he said thoughtfully. “But sometimes losing something simply means life is making room for something better.”