friends we are, forever friends we'll be

coffee bean. a place which holds millions of memories and thousands of stories. a place that is the beginning of many things, and the ending of even more. a place that is more than just the neighbourhood coffee corner.

today it held one page of my life.

i was nervous as hell, never thought i would be. i thought butterflies in the stomach only happen when you are meeting the opposite sex. apparently not. 28 years. i have not seen her in 28 years. i don't even remember how she looked like, until i checked out her profile in facebook. her present features do not ring any bell, until i caught a glimpse of a photo, yellow with age. that was the girl i knew. that was the girl that was an integral part of my life when i was 9 years old. her eyes remind me of something familiar, something close, something that i am unable to pinpoint, at a past that i have mostly wiped out but that pair of eyes tugged at me still.

it is quite amazing, when you think about it, that i have managed to find this long lost friend of almost 3 decades. i have obliterated the memories of everything else. sometimes i don't understand why memories of her and her alone have survived time. but it did. no one is any longer surprise when i don't remember things. that is me; the worst possible memory. when they were giving out cranial memory capacity, i was probably last in line, and when it came to my turn, they said, 'sorry, we have run out of stock'. that's why it's amazing, especially to myself, that i remember not only her but also her chinese name, her brother's name, her sister's name and the area where she was staying. where that memory comes from, i have absolutely no idea. the last time that those information surfed through my head was 27 years ago, the last time i talked to her. today, when i talked to her, those details came out clear as spring water.

her mother says this is fate. i agree.