Long lost friends

Here's to long lost friends.

That they live, that they change, that they stay the same, that they are pursuing their lives and answering their questions just as we are. That they are and are not who we remember them to be (just as we are and aren't who we remember ourselves to be).

Here's to the miracle that, sometimes, friendships endure, even after all of these years. And that, before the erosion and beneath the sediment of time, there's something that we once were that a friend remembers, there's something about us that touched someone else, there's something about us that is, in essence, REAL and bigger than the memory of ourselves we keep like a shrinking locket in our head...

After all this time, after all that has happened, sometimes it's hard to remember, much less BELIEVE, who we were, and thus, who we are. If nothing else, if nothing else... a long lost friend returns us to ourselves.