A few weeks back I took a book to a nearby Little Library. I hadn't opened the book since 1987, when I was in college, but held onto it for reasons.
Right before I dropped it off in exchange for another I wanted, I thumbed through for some unknown reason. Inside was a note from a girl I knew in high school, who I'd drifted apart from somewhat. It was agreeing to my plan to:
Have her move 2000 miles to where I was going to school.
Marry in 1990.
I'd not seen the note in 1987, nor any time after, nor heard from her ever again - she presumably put that note there in late-1986, right about when we ended it. Long story, she was in town.
I looked her up. She married someone in 1989, divorced, married another, divorced.
Still a looker. Yes, we messaged a bit on FB.
Oddly, we've both moved around the country a bit, and actually nearly bumped into each other. I interviewed at a place she was working in 2002. I live now, five states from there, but five miles from where she lived in the early 90s.
Right before I dropped it off in exchange for another I wanted, I thumbed through for some unknown reason. Inside was a note from a girl I knew in high school, who I'd drifted apart from somewhat. It was agreeing to my plan to:
Have her move 2000 miles to where I was going to school. Marry in 1990.
I'd not seen the note in 1987, nor any time after, nor heard from her ever again - she presumably put that note there in late-1986, right about when we ended it. Long story, she was in town.