A few weeks ago, I became re-acquainted with someone I haven't seen for a solid twelve years. Twelve years! I met her in my first year at University, during the first two weeks of Orientation. At the time I thought she was very laid back for someone so pretty. Usually the pretty chicks spent all their time in front of mirrors. But Taryn was different. So nonchalant that it was easy to think that she was emotionally stunted or slightly retarded.
We hung out every day, and with a few other girls, formed our own little group. The thing with Orientation week is that no actual work takes place so much of our time was spent in the sun, at some or other party or just sitting around and talking for hours.
All that - in two weeks. Two weeks that felt like a year.
And then, just like that, reality kicked in. We ended up choosing different courses and found ourselves on opposite ends of the spectrum. And time gave distance to our fleeting friendship and the years eroded those two weeks into a faded memory. Until recently...
I bumped into her on her first day at her new job, in the foyer of our building. I recognised her immediately but for the life of me, I couldn't remember her name. She looked at me and immediately said: "I know you from somewhere. I get the feeling we were very naughty together. I just can't remember where". It took some time to place each other but when we did, all those memories came flooding back - it was unreal.
She hadn't changed one bit in the 12 years since we'd been friends. Same hair, same nonchalant style, same lazy smile, not a wrinkle in sight. Nada.
After promises of getting together for lunch and coffee soon, I started wondering how I've changed over the years. And how many other blank spaces or lapses in memory I may have of people I have met that, at some point, have been an important part of my life, albeit for the shortest periods of time.
And I wonder how many more such encounters I will have in the future... if I should be that lucky.