沒有 Egg nog latte 的日子. 第50日. 雨
Was at Valley Fair on Sunday night, walking aimlessly through the maze of glassy-eyed shoppers when out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Him. My best friend in kindergarten. He was the same. I recognize his thick classes, his pouted lips. His hair style is still the same nor has his complexion changed. But he was different. He was bigger now - just as I have grown taller. And he was carrying a child - probably his son.
I didn't say hi. I didn't even bother making eye contact. He'll probably never realize that his childhood best friend walked right by him without saying a word.
Then again, how often do I fail to realize my former best friends walking by me and not saying a word?
1 comment:
When I saw the word "former", I have this thought in my mind ->
Do we have the guts to say "Hi" first to make our former best friends become current again?
Usually we don't, because it takes a lot of guts...
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