Saw an old friend at the mall today. This guy was one of those really great...reliable friends from high school. We were, I think, what every teenager needs at that time in his life: a solid match, a good fit, a kindred spirit. A friend you’re willing to lose when high school is over and everyone scatters into life. A friend that you do without. A friend that you willingly pick up twenty years later. And it’s all good.
I felt like I was chatting with my long-lost twin. So many things he said about how he sees that time in his life are just what I would say. Clearly, we were on the same page then. Seeing him made me feel happy for Young Chris. I’m glad he (I) had a friend like that.
How odd. When I think about the young Me...I feel like his father.
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