By the time I got to bed, it was nearly 4am. We had started talking at around 10pm in the bar. Just one drink, is what I had promised myself. He was by all accounts a stranger, yet in that 6 hours I had revealed more about myself than I had to anyone in such a short space of time before. We talked about life, our jobs, our families, history, interests, hobbies, vices, and anecdotes.
When we said goodbye, I was exhausted from the emotional weight of our discourse along with too much wine. This person has inspired a sort of frank unveiling of myself that in my heart I knew would never be repeated. It was for that realisation that I was sorry. It was as though a stranger had unlocked a treasure chest of memories and experiences that I had taken for granted and I didn’t want the night to end. It was only the knowledge that I had to be at work and coherent for a meeting that made me draw the night to a close.
When I got up the next morning, I stretched, made myself some coffee and replayed the conversation over and over in my head. I’ve mourned for that lost night. I felt like someone had given me a wonderful surprise gift and just as quickly took it away.
In the end, I’m glad to have had the encounter. I know we’ll never meet again, but at least I know that connection to a person in such an impromptu and intimate way is possible. After so much time has passed, I still think back to that incident.
Have you ever connected to someone you knew you’d never see again? How did the experience change or influence you?
Writing Prompt: Perfect Strangers