just answered a long email from an old friend, & was completely unable to alleviate any of the pain he’s feeling. he’s dealing with it well & strong by recognizing the small victories, but he’s still hurting.
he was my first love & though the years in between included a separation lasting more than a decade, we are still this close. there was a connection made back when, which will never be broken. in fact throughout our separation, which seemed irreparable, i never doubted we would reconnect. i figured it would be a chance meeting, but the odds of it were improved by the existence of classmates.com. i love classmates.com, in the way only a nostalgia junkie can.
it is quiet & late, raining outside; inside right now i am some twenty five years younger & yet old as the oldest images this old soul can still conjure. age really is just a number, as is distance. we are all connected.
just wish i could have been a little more comfort to my oldest friend.