Today after dinner I went for my usual walk, but this time I bumped into my friend. It’s complicated, but I guess you can say that we’re friends who have just drifted apart to two different groups. Things had gone awry a bit over a year ago when I discovered her honest opinion of us, but sometimes I have trouble understanding whether she really hated being with us. Anyway, we bumped into each today, and she’s one of the rare people whom I don’t greet and immediately walk away from. We walked towards each other and we ended up taking a walk together. Somehow, we ended up exploring our neighbourhood like old times, and along the way, we told stories about things that have happened in the past while. It was one of those conversations that just kept rolling with neither participants wanting it to end. We even discovered a historic site in our area. It is a stone house that was built in 1871 and everything about it is perfect. We just kept walking and eventually we accidentally found our way back home, but instead of going back into our houses, we stood in front of my place and talked for another hour or two. Time flew by and the skies got darker, but we just kept talking. Before we knew it, it was already 10:30, and we finally parted when her mom was making her go back home.
Few things in life make me happier than reconnecting with my friends.