Met up with an old friend on my way to work. It had been a while.
Nostalgia took the best of us, we sat at a cafe and caught up. Time had been kind.

Talked about the old stuff, the stuff we both knew. We smiled and we cried. We touched hands and were 21.

And we talked about the stuff I wasn’t supposed to know, but knew anyway. It was surprising, how much I knew. It was liberating and exciting to hear the words and share the feelings. We cried. And smiled.

We kept touching.

When it was time to leave, we hugged for what was probably the last time. We separated and each went her own way. Not the least bit wiser. But that much fuller.