one day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.
"this is amazing," he said. "i've been looking for you all my life. you may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."
"and you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as i'd pictured you in every detail. it's like a dream."
they sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. they were not lonely anymore. they had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. what a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. it's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
as they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny silver of doubt took root in their hearts: was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?
and so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "let's test ourselves--just once. if we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. and when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. what do you think?"
"yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."
and so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.
the test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. they should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. but it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. the cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
one winter, both of the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. when they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D.H. Lawrence's piggy bank.
they were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeing that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew now to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two and the girl thirty.
one beautiful april morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, both along the same narrow street in the harajuku neighbourhood of tokyo. they passed each other in the very centre of the street. the faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. each felt a rumbling in the chest. and they knew:
she is the 100% perfect girl for me.
he is the 100% perfect boy for me.
but the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier. without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crow. forever.
-- extracted from "the elephant vanishes" by haruki murakami
