It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.

Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
Lesson from U2: Rejection doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to give up
AUDIO: Spark between two hearts can be beautiful mystery of love
Coming economic hardship may help me understand Aunt Bessie
China’s one-child policy: Unintended consequences on a grand scale
Warning, Good Samaritans: Offering teens a ride is ‘disturbing the peace’
Rights or choices? It might be time to re-frame the debate
Nobody has the right to a position in your life which you don’t want