People from the past sometimes show up at interesting times in my life. Take this week, for instance. While cruising through some of the LiveJournal features and updating my profile, I stumbled across the LJ of an old friend from high school, which led me to his blog.
Jorn was sort of a saving grace when I was still living in Minnesota. At a time when no one seemed to notice or care that I existed, when I felt too tall, too different, too depressed, too everything, Jorn noticed and we became friends. We were the choir and drama geeks, spending two periods a day in choir and then several hours after school preparing Li'l Abner for production. There were days when we had a choir gig off campus when we just didn't go back and spent our afternoons road rallying around town with other singers. There were parties and drama club sleepovers. Somewhere along the line he kissed me.
He was that guy, the one who made me feel like I wasn't completely repulsive, who awakened my awareness of my own femininity and attractiveness. He helped me take those first tentative steps toward the woman I would become.
And then I left to spend a year in Norway and I never really came back. Our relationship ended before it really even got started. He's the one I always wondered about. What if?
Eighteen years later it's good to reconnect and to reflect on the people we were then. And some things haven't changed a bit. He's still as witty and brilliant and flirtatious as ever he was. Glad to know you again, Jorn.