Remember the old days? Remember going down to William's Cafe and chatting over smoothies and waffles? Remember the horribly embarrassing night at Starbucks? Remember e-mail after e-mail after e-mail that lasted for years? Remember a friendship that was rivalled by none other?
Today, I had a taste of it again. We were working on a big project and both of us were stressed and getting frustrated with people, and we even snapped at each other, but it was such a good day. Jokes without thoughts of how not to offend. Laughter like we had not a care in the world. Eye contact without crushing shame. It was such a good day.
Remember the old days? Going to see the big movies that were out at the time? Hanging out quoting the Simpsons, Family Guy and South Park? Walking to the mall for lunch every week? All those times of laughing and just enjoying each other's company?
You too, my old buddy. We laughed and joked and talked with each other like we used to so long ago. You looked at me and I didn't want to crawl away and die. You laughed at my jokes like you used to and I felt proud of it. You felt to me like the best buddy of old.
And the end of our day together was the best part of it. The last to leave, we walked and laughed and truly enjoyed each other's company. Our apologies for snapping were so sincere and heartfelt. Our well-wishes for the week were genuine and unforced. I walked away happy and feeling like life was turning up.
Thank you my dear friends. You mean more to me than you will ever know.
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