Today I ran into an old friend that I haven’t seen in awhile. This friend and I text on a regular basis, talk on the phone occasionally but rarely see anymore due to the fact that we go to college in different states, have no mutual friends, and have incredibly busy schedules. Running into each other was one of those moments that was completely random, unexpected, and nice.
As I was talking to this friend I realized something; when you talk to someone you’ve known for awhile, there is a comfort when you look into their eyes. And yes I realize how incredibly cheesy and lame that sounds but it’s true. With this friend, I’ve been in the most fights, went to when I was at my weakest the most, and spent the most hours at caribou/starbucks with. This friend and I have had our problems but they still get me…they get me more then I’d like to admit.
I share this story not so you can have a glimpse into my life (even though it is story that covers a better part of seven years of my life) but to hopefully open your eyes to who that person is for you. That person who you can look at and feel comforted, that person who you’ve fought with but have grown from it, and that person you have great memories with from your awkward teenage years.
Who is that old friend?
