A Meeting

May 29, 2009
A Meeting

In a dream, I meet

my friend. An old,

elementary, school friend.

In this dream, she was

still blonde with few

highlights that

clashed with her bright

blue eyes. She looked

the same, as she did

seven years back.

The same imperfect,

but white teeth. The

same slim body type.

Best friends for years,

but no longer. Because

there comes a time in

life when we move on,

we change, we loss contact,

and soon enough we pretend,

as if we never knew each

other. Never an acquaintance,

never a friendship, never a

shared laughter.

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