You Remembered?

A few months back before school had even started and everyone was moving into the dorms and meeting dozens of new people, I got in the elevator with a girl wearing a shirt that said, "Guten Tag, Berlin!" on it.

We had a short conversation for the few stories up that we were taking. It couldn't have lasted more than thirty seconds. I just asked her if she spoke any German, if she'd gone to Berlin, and so on. We didn't even introduce ourselves, just got off on our floor and went our separate ways.

Fast forward a month and we're working at the same job, some of our shifts are together. We chatter a little.

Fast forward two more months to tonight when I see her in a food line and she's wearing a grey shirt. "Guten Tag, Berlin!" it says.

"Guten Tag, Berlin!" I say and smile. Her eyes go wide and she taps me on the shoulder. "You're the one I had that conversation with!" she says happily.

I have to admit, I was pretty shocked. Not just that she remembered, but because I forgot most of what happened or even that it really happened at all other than having recognized the shirt. She filled me in on all the details and I walked away.

Feeling pretty damned good.

No one ever remembers me. I can't say never, but it's quite rare. The people that claim to be closest to me don't remember the time we did this, or the time we used to always say that, or whatever. Let alone a quite nice (and...aesthetically pleasing...if I could hesitantly add a modest compliment) stranger from months prior.

That really made my week, honestly. I don't think I've ever felt remembered before, if one can feel such a thing.