I wade through deep waves of nostalgia, flipping through memories like an old photobook, wondering who’s doing what where. Wondering where life took the people I once adventured with. Wondering why life took us on different courses and wondering if they’re happy wherever they may be.
It’s a weird concept to come to grips with, knowing there are people you won’t see again no matter how often you think of them. In the past your lives converged, but when it came time to move forward, they took a left while you took a right. Your old memory time hop reminds you that exactly a few years ago, you would have furiously denied the idea of losing touch in the future. Yet here you are, standing corrected, wondering about that old friend in the old picture.
It's not always terribly sad though; sometimes our paths crossed for the perfect amount of time. The Universe saw what we needed and threw us together so we could teach each other, walk with each other until we were ready to walk on our own again. Little did we know that when we said see you later at that fork in the road, again the Universe knew better than we, for it was final farewell.
We still laugh aloud when we think of the times we fell over ourselves, of the times we once thought infinite. So although some people have passed through our lives and won’t return, the lessons and memories they gave us do not wither; the paths they walked now house flowers, and there are still grass imprints where they taught us handstands.
They gave us a little bit of themselves, and perhaps that’s why we still think of them. We hold a piece of them in our own hearts, and cannot help but wonder where the rest of the pieces landed, and wonder how they’re doing as well.