The possibilities could be endless and easily intermingled. Generally important people are a part of our important experiences. The distinction for me is whether I think more about how I felt and what I learned than what they said and where they are now. Everyone enters our lives for a reason.
Friendly Drama: When I Didn’t Know Any Better
These ladies have known me for (nearly) half of my life. They’ve seen me fight, cry, yell, stare, run, and smile. We’ve seen each other through puberty, AP tests, custody battles, puppy love, first loves, college applications, driver’s licenses, parties, prom, and leaving all of that behind for college. We fell apart during those college years, casually seeing each other when we were all back home but it was never the same. And as sad as that realization may have been, there was still something that made us come back together (hoping). I always wondered what that was exactly. Obviously, we’d all changed and no longer had the classroom to force us together. What was it that made me still call her “my friend”? And actually mean it?
Romantic Cynic: Reconnecting
There are few people I loathe… Everyone else, exes, old friends, etc, has pretty much just faded into the past. You miss the memories of being with them but don’t regret any of it or make any real efforts to recreate them. But what about when they come back into your life? How do you handle introducing the new you to someone who knew the old one?
