long lost

I loved her back then. She was creative and joyful, full of glee and some deeper sadness. Our visits were something I always anticipated with a happy heart. We traded mixed tapes and whispered our future dreams to each other in the darkness of her bedroom.

Twenty-seven years have passed and I never expected to feel so connected – so re-connected – from the moment she waved at me across the hotel driveway.

You would think that after all those years and all those lives lived, places traveled, heartaches, and heartfelt experiences, we wouldn’t recognize each other. But there she was in all of her … her-ness. The same girl I knew during our oh-so-formative years was standing there, motioning at me to get into her car.

There were extra lines on her face – twenty-seven years has a way of doing that to our bodies, but she was there, creative and joyful, full of glee and lacking that dark undercurrent.

Oh, how wonderful to hear her stories of the past two plus decades! How comfortable it felt to wrap my arms around her in a familiar bear hug! In those moments, we were 16 again, connected and re-connected in a lovely Kansas City summer night.

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2 thoughts on “long lost

  1. I don’t know why but this made me a little sad. Why we fail to hold what we cherish the most? Can’t we just stop people and tell them that we love them and would never like to loose them? You know the tragedy of life is not in death; it is life in death..like life is dead. Well I guess I am presuming many things and being judgmental 🙂
    Thanks for sharing this, I am feeling a bit relieved. This is my emotional diet for today.

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