Everywhere I went, I saw the Fibonacci spiral—everywhere. What did it all mean? Finally, I did the math, and it freaked me out. On May 3rd, I first noticed the sequence—both the month and day were Fibonacci numbers. Then, I realized the year was also a Fibonacci number—2584.
That’s the date I became aware of him. A man dressed in all black stared at me from across the street. I stopped to have a croissant and a cup of coffee at the automated café. I couldn’t avoid eye contact; he was so beautiful I caught my breath.
Over the next few months, I saw the same man every day. Every time I tried to point him out to my friends, they never saw him. It became my obsession to prove his existence.
“He’s right there,” I screamed. “How the hell can’t you see him?”
Inevitably, my friends stopped interacting with me, fearing I suffered from insanity.
August 13th started like every other day. Except that is the day that changed my life forever. Again, I stopped at the café for coffee. This time, however, I took the back alley when I left to head toward the library. On the other end of the path, there he stood, standing perfectly still.
I stopped short, my heart pumping hard; I yelled, “Who are you? What do you want?”
He walked, almost floating, as he took each step. “I want you,” he said. “We need you.”
I wanted to turn around and run, but I couldn’t move. Soon he was standing inches away from me. His face and body, so perfectly symmetrical—like the golden ratio. I stared into his eyes and saw amber and green specks making the perfect Fibonacci spiral. He grabbed my hand, and somehow we were back in my apartment. I knew he was not of this word, but I didn’t care. The physical attraction was mutual, and I succumbed to his advances.
What happened that day in my apartment doesn’t seem real to me. My experience was eight months ago. The only indication that it was real is my large belly and the infant inside. I haven’t seen him since that day, and I don’t know if I ever will. But, he chose me for a reason, and now I am about to be the mother of a child—a unique and special child with infinite possibilities. Will I ever see him again? I hope so, but I will never forget my Fibonacci man.
Jill Yoder 
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