Last night, something unexpected happened.
Something strange — one of those things you can’t really explain.
It all started with a comment on Facebook,
under a post in a group.
A group where, by the way,
it would have been almost impossible for her to be.
She was looking for a place —
but in Turkey, not here in Australia.
And in the middle of all this…
my message appeared,
the one where I was looking for a room
on in a group called “Cairns Community.
That’s how she saw me
and thought about writing to me.
At first, when I saw her like on my post,
I thought it might be a scam.
Like… someone had somehow gotten into my mind,
knowing that I still thought about her sometimes,
created a fake profile
and liked my post.
I actually laughed at the thought.
Then I thought:
“you like my post but don’t even write anything?”
After seven years,
at least say a something.
For her too, it felt strange.
So strange that she hesitated.
“This is too weird… maybe I should text her.”
Then she changed her mind.
Then went back… and wrote anyway.
The funny thing is that I also,
when I saw her name,
didn’t know whether to text her or not.
And when I finally decide to do it,
I opened Messenger…
and I realized she had already written to me.
Two messages.
I hadn’t received any notification.
And I probably never would have.
Because we weren’t friends.
And I would have never found out
if I hadn’t opened that chat,
right in that moment.
We started texting,
messages, voice notes… one after the other.
As if there was so much to say,
all at once.
And at the same time,
we were laughing like crazy
at how absurd all of this was.
Then at some point,
we decided to have a video call.
And that changed everything.
I let my hair down,
and showed her my white hair.
It was like saying:
This is me now.
It was one of those friendships you don’t forget
because it was strong.
And the ending was just as strong —
sudden, hard.
At the time, I didn’t understand it.
And maybe I still don’t.
For her, though, the reason was clear.
She thought I hadn’t understood the real problem.
I thought about her many times over the years.
But for one reason or another —
or maybe for no reason at all —
our friendship had come to an end.
I was also doing the math.
She came to live with me in 2019.
Now it’s 2026.
Seven years.
It’s a cycle.
A lot of time has passed,
and I’m not the same person anymore.
I’m not even sure I want to go back there.
I told her, while we were talking about the past,
that it doesn’t really matter to me.
What matters… is now.
It doesn’t matter where we are in the world.
Just knowing that this friendship existed
still brings a smile… and a laugh.
— her words
Spirito Creativo 