We all know that feeling when you stumble upon someone or something that makes you go, “Wait a minute… it’s such a small world!” Well, hold on tight because we’ve gathered an incredible collection of true stories that will leave you in awe. From chance meetings with long-lost friends to crossing paths with unexpected soulmates, these stories will make you question the very fabric of reality.
My best friend randomly found my driver’s license (my wallet was stolen a year beforehand) in her dorm roommate’s things. I’ve never met her roommate and they went to a college 5 hours away.
Turns out her roommate stole my wallet and held onto my driver’s license. A year later she was randomly matched with my best friend as a roommate. My best friend suspected her roommate was stealing from her, went through her stuff and instead found my driver’s license.
My friend is a lazy guy, after college, I used to attend interviews and he used to sleep at home. Then one day, he attended an interview at Xerox and they rejected him in the last round and gave the job to a girl.
A few days later, they offered the job to him as the girl who got selected got a viral fever and she had some other medical issues and the company wanted someone to come on board quickly.
Flash forward 3 years, and I am waiting for an interview at a large MNC and started chit-chatting with a girl who is also waiting. During our conversation, the girl tells me, you know I got a really good job in Xerox 3 years back but fell sick at the wrong time. Fkinig viral fever and some complications ruined a great career opportunity.
I asked this girl, were supposed to join on this date and I also confirmed with my friend by text. She says, Yes. Then I told her, Oh I know the guy who took your place. What a small world.
My sister, my brother and I ran into each other randomly at a gas station nowhere near where any of us lived. Then my mom called my cell phone. It was a spontaneous family reunion.
At college, one teacher kept saying my last name, then said “I know you from somewhere… but I won’t tell you where”.
Seeing he was old and kind of weird, I didn’t pay much attention to it. Also, this was a “musical language from the 20th century” class and I’m a chemical engineer, so it was just a mandatory class I had to get through and didn’t pay much attention to it. At the end of the semester, though, it kind of bugged me.
So, I was at my grandfather’s house for lunch (something I do very rarely) and I bring the subject up. By the way, my grandfather had a stroke in his 40s, losing mobility in half of his body and severely damaging his mental capabilities. He can barely talk, or move, and he doesn’t remember 90% of things. I bring the subject up and mention my teacher’s name and what he’s telling me.
My grandpa’s eyes brighten up, and he says “Silvio?! He’s your teacher?!”.
I couldn’t believe that my grandfather was talking, much less that he could remember the name and it rang a bell with him. Turns out, my teacher was my grandfather’s best friend when they were young, he had lunch at his house almost every day, but they drifted apart when my grandfather had to hide from my country’s coup d’etat in 1973.
I contacted/reunited them and after 30+ years they are now back to their old habit of having lunch together every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday.
Makes me so happy.
I worked at Disney World for the college program a couple of years ago. An older couple came in line at my ride and began speaking about how they come multiple times a year because they are members of the Disney Vacation Program. They told me how friendly they thought I was and how I looked exactly like a younger version of their old boss’s husband. We kept talking for a few minutes and the wife mentioned how happy she was to be out of the cold NY weather and in Florida. I mentioned I too am from NY and we realized she is a retired nurse from the town in which I was born. By the time we finished speaking, we realized she had worked as a nurse for my Grandma almost 40 years before and the man she thought I looked like 100% was in fact, my grandfather. It was unreal and freaky. I called my grandma to tell her what had happened when my shift ended and she went on to tell me how she remembers the lady all the way back to her first day of work, almost 40 years before. It was weird.
I was living in an apartment building in NYC for a few years and had a really cool neighbor. I moved and then I saw her on the street one time and asked her what she was doing here, she said she moved to the building right next to mine. I had the same neighbor twice.
When I was 18 I travelled from Boston to Colorado for a ski vacation with my family. During lunch, in a mid-mountain lodge, I saw a girl that I just felt drawn to, but I didn’t have the confidence to approach. After lunch, I went to put my snowboard on and she walked right up to me because her skis were right next to my board. I struck up a conversation with her and we ended up sharing a ski lift. We talked the whole way up. She was visiting her brother, a dentist in Denver, for the week. We made small talk and then went our separate ways. We never exchanged names. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About two weeks later my mother mentioned she had spoken to an old friend who had been our neighbor until I was about 4. Anyway, she mentioned her daughter, who I had spent countless days with starting as a toddler but who now lives in New Jersey, had just been in Colorado. Visiting her brother. A dentist, in Denver. Then my mother finds an old photo album and finds a picture of us together around age 4. And it was definitely her. I ended up getting her number and we connected but it never went anywhere because long distance.
My fiancee and I were telling childhood stories one day. We were at her grandfather’s, and there was this big empty, hilly dirt plot of land across the street. I was telling her about how I rode dirt bikes there with my dad one time. This one time, I stalled out in a pretty deep dip. I was around 8 or 9 at the time, so I was having a hard time pushing it out. An old man rode by on an ATV and asked if I needed any help. I said no, being the shy kid I was (and still am). As he rode away, I noticed a little girl on the back of the ATV. My fiancee’s jaw kind of dropped and she said, “That was you?!” Her grandfather was the guy on the ATV, and she was on the back.
I dated a girl from the summer before my senior year of high school until the first couple weeks of my sophomore year of college. A little over 2 years total we were together. It was my first serious relationship and I was absolutely crushed when she dumped me.
4 years later, after finishing grad school I decided to pack everything up and move to NYC. I found a place with some roommates in Crown Heights.
Maybe a week or two after moving, I’m strolling down the street to get coffee. I turn around the corner and my ex is right there. It was the first time I saw or talked to her in probably 3 years. Found out she also decided to move to NYC, settled in the same neighborhood in Brooklyn and was living literally in the building next to mine. Like I could look out my window and see into the living room of her apartment.
We ended up grabbing drinks to catch up. I was extremely hesitant because it took me a solid year to fully get over her and didn’t want to go back down that rabbit hole. It wasn’t too awkward, but definitely no chemistry there.
I was on a plane with a connecting flight in Chicago. When I landed, I turned my phone back on while we were taxiing and checked Facebook. My friend posted a status saying his flight was rerouted and he had to connect in Chicago. I commented something like “Hey! I’m in Chicago! When will you be at the airport?” And he was like “I’m there now! The plane just landed!” Then I asked where he was flying from and after he responded, I looked back.
He was two rows behind me the whole flight.
The first time I went to Japan an older woman asked me for directions in Tokyo, because “I looked like I could speak English”. I heard a faint German accent in her voice and just said, in German, “We can just speak German if you like”. We got talking and not only do we both come from Germany, not only do we live in the same city, we live on the same street. We still sometimes wave at each other when we meet at the Cornershop.
I was in the Navy when my ship stopped in Hawaii. I was at a bar next to a newly commissioned Ensign…like myself. We started talking and he said he went to the University of Delaware. I said, “I once went to a party there.” He said he’d had a party in his dorm with some people from my school. I asked, “Did one of those guys pee on your stereo in the middle of the night thinking it was a toilet.” He said, “Why yes?” I replied…”That was me!”
I’m an American. When I was 16, I visited Germany with my family and I was trying to buy some hot cider at a Christmas Market, but I was struggling to communicate with the older lady at the cash register. A girl behind me (probably mid to late twenties) helped me translate and then helped me pick out coins. She spoke perfect English without even a trace of an accent. I mentioned that I wouldn’t even know she was German because she spoke exactly like an American, and she laughed and told me that she studied abroad in America for a year when she was much younger. We got to talking details, and it turns out that she actually studied in my state. In my city. At my high school. And lived with my (at the time) boyfriend’s family. The random lady in line behind me at the register!
I run into a friend of a friend of a friend all the time in some of the most random places. It started out we would just run into each other at the bars in our hometown, once I moved after university it would get weird.
Ran into him at Stanley Park in Vancouver. The zoo in Calgary. A bar in Saskatoon. A campsite in bc interior. Caesars Palace Las Vegas. Coco Bongo Playa Del Carmen. Surfing Puarta Vallarta.
It’s become a running joke in our mutual friend group, that one of us is a stalker.
I was at a wedding, chatting with a friend about my own upcoming wedding, specifically the honeymoon to the Maldives.
She says she has a friend, (let’s call him Steve) who just went there on their honeymoon, where they did wine tasting in the lagoon with reef sharks swimming around them.
That sounds familiar to me because a guy I’d recently met had done that on his honeymoon to the Maldives. I ask what the island’s name was – my friend can’t remember.
So I pull up the photo of this guy and his wife in waist-deep water-tasting wine.
And in the background is Steve.
Finding out after being married that my wife and I were in the NICU at the same time when we were born and that our mothers spoke to each other there.
Two of my best friends from high school are twins. Their parents were super paranoid about them getting in a car accident and dying, so they were never allowed to ride in the same car together. Ever.
During their sophomore year of college (they went to different colleges in different states), while driving two hours to meet each other for lunch, they both got in a car accident on a crowded interstate.
With each other.
Luckily, they both survived, with only a few broken bones each.
My mom left her home country as a refugee. She lost contact with all her friends after she left. 30 years later her best friend (who also moved abroad) was trying to find her so she went to my mom’s aunt’s house (when they went back to visit their home country) to get her contact information. My mom’s aunt gave it to them and she called my mom. My mom reunited with her friend and it turned the entire time my mom’s best friend lived in the condo building next to ours in the same city and in the same country. They are now best friends again
When I was taking Calculus 1 this girl asked the professor if he had an Uncle named John who was called Jack and an Uncle named Jack who was called John.
The professor said that he did not.
He came back the next week. Turns out his father was also a math teacher, and he had those family members.
The girl and the professor were some level of cousins.
…she dropped the class two weeks later
I took a new job in a city where we knew no one and a friend of my mother-in-law set us up with a guy who was renting his house close to my future place of work. So we gave him a call and as part of the conversation I told him my real name which is a weird one but is the same name as my dad’s and sometimes I have to spell it out for people.
He was pretty shocked when he heard my first and last name because he supposedly works with a guy with the exactly same name. I didn’t make a big deal out of it and was thinking he was bullsh*tting me to close the deal but once we met with him my wife asked about this other guy he works with. He called him and explained what was going on. We chatted and asked me about where I lived before and who my dad was and yup this guy turned out to be a lost stepbrother my dad had with another woman. Gave him the same name and everything. It was pretty weird and we didn’t keep in touch afterwards.
Since I updated my LinkedIn profile sometimes I get offers/requests from his colleagues since we also studied the same thing.
In the late nineties, I was a resident teacher at a high-school prep school with very high behavioral expectations for both staff and students alike.
Come spring break, the wife and I were going through a rough patch, and she had just lost our first pregnancy to a miscarriage, so we hopped on a flight to Amsterdam.
You know, Amsterdam: land of weed, which is there to help you feel better about losing what would have been your first child. Could have gotten me fired, but heck, sometimes, you just gotta throw it all to the wind and take off.
So there we are, about four days in, and we’ve lost track of everything: time, what freaking country it is, whether we’ve seen the Anne Frank house yet, the works. But we’re hungry, so we wander into one of those hibachi restaurants – you know, where they have communal seating. And then, just after we get seated, I hear/feel the next person come along and sit to my left, so I check my mental state (yep, we’re okay for random pleasantries right now, but not much else), turn to say “hi”, and discover…
…that the freaking president of the senior class has just been seated right next to wasted ol’ me.
And he’s wearing his school jersey. And he’s wasted, too. And holding a beer, which is legal in Amsterdam, but against all school codes, which apply at all times, no matter when/where, and can cause immediate expulsion.
And like a genius, the right words come to me. And I say “Hey…we’re going to pretend this never happened, right?”
And he says “Oh, thank God.” And then blushes, because profanity can also get you kicked out.
And I buy him a beer, because in for a penny, in for a pound – we’re all going to get fired and expelled anyway if anyone ever hears about this.
And sure enough, we never speak about it again.
Wayne, buddy, if you’re out there – thanks for your discretion. I think the statute of limitations has expired, so feel free to tell this story on your own time, too.
My girlfriend and I went on holiday to Turkey.
We were behind a couple around our age in the queue for the plane. We didn’t see them on the plane after boarding but they were on the same transfer coach as us.
Then they get off at our hotel.
Then we were in flats below/above each other.
A week after we got back from Turkey, my girlfriend and I bumped into them at the cinema.
A few months later me and the guy bumped into each other on a night out in a city neither of us are from.
Then again, same city, about a year later.
I’m starting to think he and I are soulmates.
One time I had a dream that I was in love with this absolutely adorable blonde girl I never met before. The next day I was putting the trash in the dumpster at 4 in the morning and I hear this tiny voice say excuse me. This was really creepy but I walked over to the fence and there she was, the girl from my dream! She asked for a cigarette so I obliged and never saw her again.
My boyfriend rented a basement from my boss. Then I moved in… weird.
Then boss’s girlfriend moved in. Turns out the boss’s new girlfriend is an old friend of mine.
Turns out the boss’s girlfriend and my boyfriend were neighbours when they were kids- in Germany. We live in Canada. (Both had military dads.)
I grew up in Western New York and spent part of my college years in the small former mining town of Bendigo, Victoria, Australia.
One weekend, I was traveling back to New York from Bendigo. Started out at the train station.
Caught a glimpse of a very distinctive-looking man in a suit, carrying a briefcase. He waited around at the platform and hopped on the train. We both climbed off in Melbourne. Not at all unusual.
My flight didn’t leave until the next morning, so I transferred to a shuttle to the airport and got a good night’s sleep at the hotel next door.
The next morning I once again saw the man, still wearing the same suit.
OK, he had a flight too. Still not that unusual.
I arrive in Los Angeles about 15 hours later and see him exiting the plane. We were both on the same flight. Starting to get unusual, but nothing unheard of.
I see him yet again during my layover at the airport in Cleveland, Ohio. He is waiting at a gate for a departing flight to Detroit.
So weird. We almost followed each other to the exact same place!
I eventually get on the plane to Buffalo, which is mostly empty.
While claiming my baggage and stepping outside, I spot a taxi pulling away. In the back seat is the same man, who quickly glances up at me and looks away again.
Never saw him again.
So my family decided to go on safari about a decade ago. We hit all the major parks in Tanzania. We also hit up local tribesmen – Masai, Hadzabe, et cetera out in these remote areas.
In order to prepare for this trip, we bought “The Safari Companion: A Guide to Watching African Mammals” written by Richard D. Estes. The important thing to know is that there is a picture of the author in the book.
So we’re leaving Ngorongoro Crater, and guess who we see? Richard D. Estes looking at some large African mammals. So we ask the guy to turn around, and we drive up asking “Ummm hey, are you the author of this book?” “Yeah,” he responds. “Would you be willing to sign it?” we ask. “No problem”.
The chance that an author of a safari book would be out in an African national park is high (1/a couple hundred), that we would drive by, recognize this dude, and have the book on us is incredibly low.
When my husband and I were dating, we decided to go visit his father’s grave on his father’s birthday. Some things with the weather (his brother is a pilot and was going to fly with us) made us unable to do it, so we decided to drive up to a Buddhist monastery in upstate NY where my grandmother’s ashes are interred*. As we’re driving up there, he starts saying, this road is really familiar, which was followed by “I have an aunt who used to live here”, to “This aunt took me to a monastery near her house when I was a kid” to “this is THAT monastery.”
Okay, well I mean even though he’s white and I’m Asian, he was raised Roman Catholic, and I was raised Buddhist, it doesn’t mean we can’t have been exposed to other religions as kids right? I mean my parents put me in Catholic school for the first 8 years so…
But that’s not the weird part. We get to my grandmother’s ashes location and that’s when we realize that his father and my grandmother have the same birthdate (different years) and also passed away the same year (2009.)
That was kind of a creepy coincidental moment.
Many years ago, I met a girl online who lived in another state and we ended up dating for a while. We were only in high school so the 3-hour difference was too much and we broke up. About a year after we stopped dating a few of my friends and I took a weekend trip to a cabin that was close to where my ex lived so I invited her over one night to party.
She came and brought a few friends who I had met before, but no one else had. In fact, most of my friends on that trip hadn’t even met my ex (three-hour difference and all.) Anyway, my friends and her friends hit it off and it was a fun night. Her friend Anne took a bunch of pictures with us. It was late in the summer and she was about to enter college. She told us she was going to hang the pictures from the party up in her dorm room.
True to her word, the day she moved into her dorm room she hung up the party pics. It was also the day she met her first college roommate. This was before social media and Anne and her roommate went into the fall semester blind. Her roommate was Katie, who just so happened to be a girl from my high school who was dating one of my friends. That friend was one of the guys who partied in the cabin earlier that summer and took pictures with Anne.
So think of this from Katie’s perspective. She shows up to school and meets her roommate Anne for the first time. One of the first things she notices is that Anne has pictures hanging on the wall of her partying with Katie’s boyfriend. That must have been quite the mindf*ck.
Last summer I was living and working in Portugal. I lived in Aveiro, which is in the northern part of Portugal. One night, I was hanging out with my friends. We just ate something and then casually walked around, when we spotted a painting made of puzzles next to the garbage bin.
”Maybe we can take it with us and hang it on some wall?” ”Nah, it’s not a good idea. Let’s go somewhere to have some beer.”
A few days after, I decided to go to Lisbon. It was Sunday afternoon, so I took my bag and went out to hitchhike.
The first car stopped, and that guy left me in the middle of nowhere with a gram of hashish as a present. I was extremely happy because I am entering the town with a trophy in my hands.
So, I was hitchhiking and dancing at the same time. And then, someone stopped to pick me up. When I opened their doors, I asked: ”Where do you go?”. They (the man and his wife) told me that they go to Lisbon. ”That’s great. That’s my goal as well.”
Then they told me to wait for a second because they have to move the painting that they found in Aveiro, next to the garbage bin.
I work for the Walt Disney Company in Orlando, Florida, but was born and raised in a very small town in Louisiana. Years ago, a high school friend of mine was visiting Disney’s Magic Kingdom park and decided he should look me up. He walked up to the first Disney cast member (what they call employees) he saw and asked for me by name.
By chance, more than 5 years earlier, both the cast member and I had worked together at an entirely different park. Even better, we had just run into each other a week earlier, exchanged numbers, and talked about our new jobs. He happily told my friend EXACTLY where he could find me.
The next day, who should show up at my work but my friend from high school! After I got over my amazement at seeing him after all these years, I asked “How did you find me?” He said, “I just asked the first guy I ran into.”
65,000 employees at Walt Disney World and he bumps into someone I know. Even better, it happened at the Magic Kingdom, home to the famous It’s A Small World. Attraction!
My parents got divorced when I was really young and I ended up living with my dad in California. Since the divorce, I never met my mom. I always wanted to meet her, I knew she was alive, but my dad wouldn’t give me any info about her. All I had was a photograph he didn’t know that I had found in a drawer in his office. Anyway, when I was like 11 I got sent to this summer camp and there was this one girl that looked weirdly like me. We did not get along at all, partially because everyone would compare us to each other and personally, I hated it. She was from England, so I have no idea why she was even at this camp in America. Doesn’t really make sense when you think about it.
Anyway, it got so bad between us that we had a sort of prank war. Things escalated a bit and we were both punished by being put together in a cabin all alone. Pretty irresponsible to just leave us out there without counselors when you think about it.
Now I love Oreos and peanut butter, it’s my favorite snack and my dad’s housekeeper had sent me off to camp with plenty of both. Now here is where it gets crazy, this girl ALSO loved those things. We got to talking and it turns out her parents also got divorced when she was little, only she stayed with her mom and never knew her dad. She also only had one photograph of her dad, and she had brought it with her. It was MY f*cking dad. No mistake. And to top it off, when I showed her the picture of my mom which I had brought with me, she confirmed it was her mom! Our parents never told us, but we were long-lost sisters.
I was in the Navy and when I reported to my first command, the ship’s secretary was reviewing my paperwork and after noticing my area code, asked where I was from. Turns out we were from the same hometown and went to the same high school just 10 years apart. We soon became friends.
A couple of months later, we had a ceremony for our ship and my mom flew up to be there. She asked if I knew that there was someone on my ship that was also from my hometown because she sat next to this couple who were flying to see the same ceremony. It was my friend’s dad and stepmom.
Fast forward a few years and we were reminiscing about our hometown and discovered that her first stepmom was the manager of the apartments my family and I lived in for 12 years. She even lived in the same apartments at the same time.
Fast forward another few years, my brother came to visit me and we went over to my friend’s house. He noticed a picture of her brother and then told us that they were on the football team together in high school.
All these connections and it took us joining the military and being stationed together to meet and become friends.
I was holidaying in Europe and went to a lovely little restaurant in Greece for dinner. I was dining alone, and the girls (about the same age as me) from the table next to me started talking to me mid-way through my dinner. Turns out we were all from Australia, but different parts of the country. At the end of the night, I added them to Facebook and went on my way. The next morning I woke up to an angry text on my phone, from one of my best friends from uni, asking why I added the girls to Facebook. Turns out they used to bully her all through high school before she moved to my state for uni.
Me and my family live in Eastern Canada, and during March break, we decided to go on a trip to New York City with our neighbours and their family. A week into our vacation, we went on the Brooklyn Bridge and saw our other neighbours. There. On that section on the bridge. In New York. On the same day. In the same hour.
Small world, Dr. Jones.
My parents were on vacation in a foreign land. They had dinner reservations and were sitting in the bar waiting for their table. Their name was called and they came up only to find another couple with the same last name. Not a huge deal, we have a common last name, but they decided randomly to have dinner together. They had a nice night and might have exchanged some information but the meeting was mostly forgotten. That was until my parents were on vacation in yet another foreign land and happened to be seated at lunch at the table right next to the very same couple of the same name.
I had been obsessing over a random girl for almost a decade who I saw on the internet when I was a teenager. I thought she was literally the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever seen in any movie, picture, magazine or fiction and something just clicked in my head. I just couldn’t get her out of my head since.
Almost ten years later, still thinking about her every single day, I walked home taking a route I had not taken before and looked through a random barbershop window. It was her! I couldn’t believe my eyes and I almost passed out after realizing I was staring at her…in real life. I felt my legs give out a little bit and had to brace myself on the stone wall. I couldn’t believe the astronomical odds.
Fast forward a couple of months and we are madly in love with each other in a romantic relationship that burned as bright and hot as it was short.
To this day I can’t believe the odds that I actually met her…and that we fell in love without her ever knowing that I had “known” her for almost ten years prior.
Just before my second daughter was born, we wanted a family-sized car, so we sold our old Nissan to this student who just moved from interstate, then followed up an ad and test-drove this station wagon on the far side of our city. Hassle to go check it out, but seemed a good car. The owner says “Yeah, it’s a great car, and the previous owner was this lady who ran home day-care in ‘tiny little town in the surrounding hills.'” My wife says “Hey, my friend C’s mum used to do home daycare in that tiny town. We should call her and see if it’s her car.” Yep, sure enough, she talks the car up, and we buy it, great car.
Fast-forward two years, my wife’s friend C has moved to Jordan and then back, and while she’s in the transitioning stage, she comes around for coffee. Driving our old Nissan. Turns out she was house-sitting for an out-of-state university student.
My head still aches when I think about it too much.
The story of how I met my girlfriend of 4 years. We’d gone to the same religious school when we were about 6. Religious classes segregated the boys and girls, so I usually didn’t really have any communication with the girls. I was also… not exactly the nicest person as a child. I used to tease this one kid relentlessly. Most people did, actually, not that makes it okay, but I digress.
Anyways, this one girl stood out from the rest of the girls, cause she looked a bit different and she was louder than the others. Most girls were quiet, but this one had a bit of an attitude. Naturally, that made her stand out a bit. Most of my friends from back then called her names and stuff, but I never did. I was enamored by her, she was cute and I thought she was a bit funny too. My clearest memory of her from back then is this one time when I’d stolen that kid’s bag and was playing keep away. She actually joined me and told me to toss it to her, which I did. She tossed it back, and then we both got into a lot of trouble. Eventually, she sort of just disappeared.
Do you ever have those random memories that you just think about sometimes, even if it’s completely unrelated to anything happening to you currently? That memory of us tossing the bags to each other and laughing was one of those memories for me growing up, even during college. Heck, I didn’t even know her name, but I remember that moment so clearly, and I remember how 7-year-old me felt about her. But I just figured it would always be a nice memory of my childhood and that’s it. As you can probably guess, it wasn’t exactly.
Fast forward to my sophomore year of college. I’m sitting with my college buddies, probably playing Cards of Humanity or something like that. My close friend, we’ll call him IZ, stood up and said he was gonna see this girl he was friends with real quick. I was getting bored with the game, so I told IZ that I’d go with him. It hadn’t crossed my mind that I might be c*ckblocking IZ, but it was worth it. We go to the cafeteria and IZ meets his friend, we’ll call her LA. Standing next to LA is someone I immediately recognized.
It was *her*.
I was dumbfounded. I hadn’t seen this girl in probably a decade, if not more. But I instantly recognized her. We all sat together, and I was still shocked. But I eventually found my voice and asked her if she went to the religious school I did a decade ago, and she did! I was amazed at what a small world it was at that point. We eventually became friends, and I eventually asked her out. We’ve been together for years now, and we’re considering moving in together soon.