freckles and memory

i like to have meals alone. most people find this weird - how can someone enjoy going out for lunch or for dinner alone? everyone fears loneliness nowadays. it's nice to have a pleasant company while waiting for a warm meal in a restaurant, yes, but staring at the outside, watching the colours of the street and the people who pass me by is not less pleasant.

anyway. today i've found someone i hadn't seen for a couple of years. an old mate from school, from highschool, who came to lisbon when i came, or maybe the year before. can't remember exactly, as i couldn't remember her name. happens quite often, to meet someone i know but whose name my memory cannot pull from its dephts. it hasn't stopped me from talking to her, mind you. she's not exactly how i remembered her, though: the skinny, often shy girl with somewhat sad eyes was replaced by an elegant and sophisticated young woman, who dresses smartly and seems determined in getting a decent job, now that her studies are finished. her green eyes remain sad, but still match the few freckes that dot her face. and her smile, of course, probably her best asset.

and i keep thinking about her name, which i cannot remember. god, i hate my (lack of) memory.