Have you ever encountered a stranger or had a conversation with one, and still find yourself thinking about them years later?

This is something that has always stayed with me. I was getting off a flight at MIA, and a few steps ahead of me was this guy. I don't recall exactly what he looked like, but I distinctly remember thinking, "Wow, he’s handsome." He turned around, and that was the last time I saw him. I was 15 at the time, and now, nearly 10 years later, I still think about him every so often. It reminds me of a story my aunt once told me. She went on a cruise back in the '70s and met a man she believed was the love of her life. After the cruise, she never saw him again. I don’t remember all the details of her story, and I can’t ask her now since she passed away almost 15 years ago. Has something like this ever happened to you?