A rather odd thing happened the other day – my very first school girl crush contacted me on FB. Now this was a man who made my face light up like a Christmas tree whenever he looked in my direction. He was a jock – Mr. popular, well liked by all the girls and guys. A flash of blond hair and startling blue eyes. The mere thought that he took a liking to me, a very skinny, shy girl, was a dream come true. The stuff of ‘Sweet Valley High” I still have all my diary entries; I recorded every single incident with this boy. Going to the movies – what I wore, what he wore. I would write word for word all the things he said to me. I still have his letters. Love letters. (I wonder if kids these days still send love letters – I hope so, there was nothing more exciting than receiving those folded up, light blue margined pages, filled with the scribbles of a teenage boy! I am assuming not…) I remember how annoyed my best friend got at the time, when I would phone her and scream into the phone, that he just called! I would plug in the phone cord extension and hide under the table, because God forbid my parents knew anything about what I was up to with an older boy! This infatuation lasted for a little over two years, between Primary school and High school, my innocent pre-goth stage. Now here he is, writing to me, filling me in on his last decade and do you know what – I actually felt myself blushing! How crazy is that??
I am constantly amazed at the way people drift in and out my life. Seemingly random and yet somehow so perfect. Someone reminding you of what you were and maybe still are; someone new, getting to know you; a new context with a fresh perspective. It all somehow unravels perfectly!