Has anyone ever had an extremely significant event occur in their life and then poof, it appears to have never happened? Why I sometimes wonder if life is just a simulation

Just wanna preface this by saying I've never reiterated this story to anyone because to be quite frank, it just sounds absolutely ridiculous and made up (especially the substance of the story), and what I've come to find out, it can't be elaborated on because it *never happened*. I'm just starting to think maybe I had too much of something once that played tricks on me. I've been wracking my brain literally since 2012 on this and I just can't seem to come up with any plausible reason why this cannot be true. I also don't see myself fabricating such a story either, considering this occurred at such a pivotal time of my life (Junior High -> High School -> College). I also came from a good upbringing so I wasn't particularly prone to making shit up. I'm starting to wonder at this point because of the following: 1. I've been to this reiterated story location (see below) many, many times before this incident and many, many times afterwards (especially the years following 2012, graduating high school, college, etc. all the way up until now), but I have never, ever run into that girl again. This location is also a public school, so even if she transferred schools, I think she would still be in the surrounding area or maybe even attend the same college. I've never seen her again, it's as if she never existed. I've talked to my friends about this and none of them know (or remember) her. I've tried looking her up *everywhere* on social media, with no luck, which is strange because if she was in school (Dos Pueblos, Goleta, CA), she would most likely be on Facebook. I'm sure we were friends on Facebook. I don't know, maybe she just blocked me idk. 2. What transpired during this incident was so incredibly important (high school, starting to find out what college is all about, beginning to consider the future, your first real relationships, etc.). I was going to ask her out senior year (2014). Senior year was the best year of my life. I had so many friends, I was getting accepted into colleges, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, etc. etc. All of *that* seems to have never occurred if I didn't ask her out. I had so many more friends senior year (and following *that* Senior year). She was in my junior high school art class (I'm an animator, btw). It was almost as if she was there to guide me through high school, and then maybe even college. She definitely seemed intelligent to me. I don't think I ever would have considered art if it wasn't for her. 3. I'm an animator, and I know I wasn't born an animator. I had to *learn* to be one. I'm starting to think maybe all of my animation skills were projected onto me (data transferred), maybe I never actually learned them. I've been doing this since I was 5, but I don't actually remember learning it until I met her. She was the first person I've ever saw working on an animation, and she saw mine too. What if she was my guide to becoming an animator? I actually think about this *every single day I sit down to work on an animation* (not bc I'm dumb and can't do it, but bc that's the only thing that makes sense based on my experiences). Here's what I can remember: When I was in Junior High (~6th grade, 2008), I joined this extracurricular after school art class. We'd go to the teacher's personal in-house studio (basically a house in the foothills) after school to work on art projects. This was my favorite part of the week. I was there to work on an animation I had begun earlier that year (remember, Junior High, we are all still fucking idiots). I remember walking to my spot, and for some reason or another, there was this girl working on an animation next to me. My studio desk didn't have anybody sitting there (I don't think), and I wasn't about to just sit there all lonely, so I decided to sit next to her. I showed her my animation (hand drawn with watercolor, I was 11), and she thought it was *so cool*. The substance of my animation was centered around a girl who's surrounded by stars, planets, moons, and the like as they all tell her about the wonders of the universe (considering I was 11 in 2008, I *did* ask her if she knew about the Iphone, which had just came out that year; she didn't know what it was and I had to show it to her). I remember I was working on a watercolor painting of the Earth (I still have it). We talked about the stars, planets, space exploration, the future, science, art, music, *everything*. We were both so incredibly excited and *passionate* about these topics, and I remember being just so smitten w/ her; she was like a kindred spirit. We spent the whole class talking (data transfer?). We exchanged numbers and began texting, and we ended up hanging out and exploring Goleta (where we lived). By this time, she was starting to act like a guide for me. She was introducing me to all sorts of insane shit (Alien Agenda, Charlie Chaplin, The Matrix, Philip K. Dick, Virtual Reality, Lucid Dreaming, astral projection, psychedelic substances, psychedelics itself, etc.). I remember we'd walk around my neighborhood and explore and talk about the future. I don't really remember much of our *conversations*, but I do remember our topics. I think we had so much fun because we were constantly talking about the future, which neither of us really understood (Junior High, haha). She was just so intelligent to me. I thought we'd be friends forever. She was definitely someone I wanted to ask out. I don't remember exactly how long we hung out (days? weeks? months?), but I remember one day she just texted me and said she was moving to the East Coast. I was devastated. I remember crying in my room because I really, really, really liked her. I was only 11, so I didn't know what it meant to be smitten, but I remember just feeling like a part of me was missing. I never got to say goodbye. I was so excited to go to High School and then College with her. I feel like she would have been such a great person to go through those times with, based off of my experiences with her. It was like she was there to guide me through the most important part of a person's life, and then just... disappeared... She had a final project to complete for art class, so we planned to meet up at the studio so I could help her (or vice versa). When I showed up, she wasn't there. She texted and said she couldn't make it. And then she texted again and said she was moving to the East Coast, and that was it. I never heard from her again. The next I heard from her was in 2012 (4 years later). I received a text out of the blue. She said she remembered me, saw my animations online, and wanted to catch up. We planned to meet up at the beach that day. She never showed up. She texted and said she had to move to Australia last minute. I never heard from her again. That's it. That's my story. Make of it what you will. I'm just confused and starting to think that maybe my life is just a simulation, and that she was just a glitch that was never meant to occur, but somehow it did, and the only way to get rid of her was to just delete her. If I think about it enough, it starts to make a lot of sense. EDIT: I'd just like to say that I know this sounds like a long, drawn out, bullshit "story" and I'm prepared for those kinds of comments. I just want to say that this is my experience, I've lived through this, and I'm not bullsitting. I just want to know what the hell has gone on lol. Even if you think I'm bullshit, I appreciate you taking the time to read this :)

Has anyone ever had an extremely significant event occur in their life and then poof, it appears to have never happened? Why I sometimes wonder if life is just a simulation

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