Old Friends

It is strange how people weave in and out of one's life. I always love seeing old friends. They help in putting life's puzzle pieces back together. They know me. We don't have to spend any time getting re-acquainted. We can just start from where we last left off without having to explain things.
The two friends I hung out with last night were my closest friends in high school. So it's like there was this connection, this eagerness to find out about eachother, and about where life has been taking us. It's been taking us in very different places, granted. But we look at life in a similar way nevertheless.
And that's kind of the beauty of it.