Almost
Is it just me, or some people really are only meant to cross the path of our lives without having any clear memory whatsoever of their encounter with us?
Why is it that impressions are not reciprocal? I may have a strong impression about someone, but on the other hand, it’s good enough that the person remembers my name.
Saya tiba-tiba saja terpikir demikian saat tadi iseng melihat-lihat foto-foto masa kuliah dan SMA di Facebook. Ada orang-orang yang membuat saya berpikir, what if dan why didn’t we. Why didn’t we talk to each other more. What if you weren’t just my acquaintance but my real friend. Because I seriously think being good friends with you would be all-caps-awesome (baca : AWESOME). 
Saya memang bukan orang yang gampang ngobrol dan jadi dekat dengan orang lain. Kadang iya, kadang ngga. Lebih sering ngga. Hahaha. However, saya punya kecenderungan untuk secara sepihak punya ikatan emosional dengan orang-orang. Sebagai contoh, salah seorang teman lab saya di sini. Karena keterbatasan bahasa, bisa dihitung dengan jari kapan aja saya ngobrol sama dia. Suatu saat, dia tiba-tiba pamit ke saya. Dia udah diterima kerja di sebuah perusahaan, jadi ngga akan main ke lab lagi. Entah kenapa saya ngerasa sedih kayak kehilangan teman yang udah lama kenal. Of course my poker face and inner thoughts didn’t let me show too much emotions. I mean, we only knew each other for 1 month and didn’t even spend an hour talking in total. It’d be weird if I said : “The lab wouldn’t be the same without you!” Right? Right? But in all honesty, I really felt that way.
Ada orang-orang yang ternyata meninggalkan jejak kaki di hidup kita, you can’t stop wondering whether they also recognize your footsteps on their path or not. I can’t help thinking about it as I looked through the pictures on Facebook. Mungkin memang benar ya, teman itu rezeki masing-masing orang. Some have really close friends, some have a lot of good friends, some are contented with one best friend for life…
Still.
I’ll write a story of how it could have been. How we talked not once or twice, but hundreds of times.
How we took pictures together, not just because we were at the same place at the same time.
How we laughed at our first impressions of each other, and realized that they’d changed.The story of how we became real good friends.
- cheers to all -
