Old Friends

I spoke to a friend for the first time in a couple of years.  We were kind of nervous - ie we both asked how are you? twice. .

Then he was like. . [pause] it's been a long time since the last time we spoke.  Yes! I said, because the last time I saw you I was still living with my then-husband.  So. . at least since 2008.

He gave me a couple updates, and I filled him in on my marital situation.  Then, we decided to have coffee on Sunday.  He is an important person in my life - I spent almost every evening with him in High School.  We went through a lot together. . he has a lot of dirt on me, I on him. . heh, heh. . .

When someone asked me if I had any male friends who hadn't been lovers, he was the first who popped to mind. I am excited to see him!  There is something about history that provides an opportunity to heal, to say - OK, you know my roots, but here is where I am now. . . I can face my past, the good and bad of it, as the way I needed to get to here.  I wonder if he's feeling the same way?

Makes me think of Simon and Garfunkel's "Old Friends"