When the past comes back to smack you in the face

It's funny how lengths of time can sometimes feel either like an eternity or a flash of an instant.

Recently, I've got back in touch with someone from high school. Now normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but we shared an awkward past - me obsessed, her the ever elusive prey. It took a while for me to get over it - back then. Almost twenty years later, it was a blah moment. Very anti-climactic. Everyone has to grow up, I suppose, yet for her she still had reservations as if I was still the same dorky 16 year old. After a few emails and a lot of texting, it's all good, but why the drama? I suppose on some level you can only deal with what you know - even if what you know is information that's 20 years old.