Everytime I try to forget, he has found me.

One time, I was reading Les Misérables all by myself in a theater while waiting for others, and in the book there was this long discourse of Cosette thinking aloud. Obviously she's consumed by thoughts of Marius. One line said that every time she tried to put him out of mind, he would always be there. In the musical, Eponine sings, "And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me."
So that one time I read the passage aloud with my legs crossed on the stage, I'm reading that exact line in Cosette's thoughts, and then I hear footsteps. It was my friend, he whom I tried putting out of mind, trying to believe that he was so repulsive personality-wise, only for me to be so deeply smitten without even realizing it. He, just like Marius, has always seemed to have found me.

To be honest, it's quite aggravating at first. It's like that episode of The Simpsons when Lisa's in college, and just sees her future fiancé everywhere on campus, inadvertently doing everything to piss her off. Sometimes it's tempting to think that life is a story in itself, with its own element of artistic unity weaving its way through individuals. Very small things in the past, a menial crossing of paths of some sort leading up to a grand impact on the person later on in their life.
But maybe it's not even about artistic unity in our lives. It's probably just ironic that maybe the people who tend to always be there, whether in our sight or presence, are the ones you'll probably spend a good amount of your life with.