Goodreads asked S.J. Lewis:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

S.J. Lewis I once knew a woman named Donna Jean. I was very drawn to her, and she to me. Yet I never fully understood her. To be honest, I barely understood her at all beyond that mutual attraction. She was thirteen years younger than I was, which might have accounted for some of that lack of understanding, but she was always charmingly evasive about answering direct questions, so I never learned much about her background. Often, when she volunteered any information, it was in such a convoluted way that it sometimes took me a day or two to figure out what she might have meant.
We saw each other off and on for a number of years. Then my circumstances changed, and we drifted apart. I thought I would never see her again, and wished her well.
Then, after a gap of many years, we encountered each other again, in a completely different place. We talked for a while about how we each were doing, but she remained as elusive as ever about details. And then we parted ways again. I'm still not certain that our last meeting was entirely by chance. I sometimes wonder what became of her afterwards. And I still wish her well.

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