Random, but you know that feeling of meeting an old friend and I don't know... remembering why you were friends?
I met an old friend from highschool when I visited my hometown. It is a long story but we didn't talk for YEARS. Then he suddenly reached out a few weeks ago (which had me quite emotional, I can't lie. I didn't really expect us to ever hang out again but alas...).
I thought we would just hang out for a minute but we ended up sitting in a park in our hometown for HOURS just talking like we used to when we were teenagers.
Both our lives are very different now and we both changed in so many ways but BOY did I remember why I used to love that man. I love my friends here too, I really do, but talking to him made me remember a version of myself only my childhood friends remember. I think he kind of made me remember how much of that version is still in me and how much that version adored the friendship we used to have.
He still remembered all the goofy parts like my favourite Christmas candy and how I unironically enjoyed Latin class but act like I do it ironically when trying to look cool. He knew my birthday still even though he doesn't care about birthdays. (He used to memorize mine because he knew I care. I guess it stuck.)
He knew my food intolerances and how my mom always worries too much (she loved him btw.) and so many things I all but forgot.
I usually find myself being the one who remembers everything (maybe that's why I love writing this much), so it's quite strange to meet someone who remembers everything as well.
I love love love my new friends, but I really enjoyed feeling truly known to my core for that afternoon.
I have no idea where I'm going with this, but maybe one of you gets this feeling?
valete, mea desideria, Jean
(Anyways, the new chapter drops today and I LOOOVED it. I hope you do too.)
