I once heard that finding a soul mate is sort of like one person's "recognition of their counterpoint in another," but personally, I'm just not sure

There was a guy outside the library.
He was leaving, headed out those double doors that
way too often read "closed" and I,
I was coming
up those stairs, ready to enter another world,
needing to get inside
someone else's thoughts, for mine had grown me weary and then
he stopped.
He looked at me with a recognition of sorts, an air of
serendipity about him and I,
I averted him with every step,
but his eyes washed me over--
still...fixing me.
He could never
fix me
so I
kept walking
in my polka-dotty rain boots,
closing up
my matching umbrella as I approached those fickle doors,
but he kept on
and even though I kind of denied it, I knew I knew
that unfamiliar feeling that someone had noticed
something in me,
right off the bat,
and stopped.
I kept going, but then he spoke--"You braved the weather..."
I smiled, sort of
laughed,
dodging his halted form, there in front of that place he was leaving,
that place that I was going, only just arriving.
There was an awkward moment in those doors
where I paused,
thought to let him in
but I, only reasoning, resigned
looked away
was shy and decided
I didn't really know where he was headed and then
he smiled again.
He said good-bye.
But even so, his eyes
kept right on prodding....questioning, playful and aloof.
And mine answered back with an Idon'tknow, and an
Idon'tthinkthiswouldbe,
and I closed the doors, still in hot pursuit of something new.
I closed the doors
and now I'll always wonder
just where it was
that he was going.