Seven years is a long time not to see someone...even if you were merely acquaintances. But when you were good friends, then it is simply awful.
Imagine my surprise last night when a high school chum strolled into my house as if no time had passed. Sure, we've seen each other sporadically but this made my jaw drop to the floor and I hope I did not look like a total idiot.
We always said we will meet up, deep down knowing it will never happen...but this did happen. And I was happy to be wrong this time.
We managed to time line the past seven years over coffee, whisky, a martini and cosmopolitan...in a space of three hours. It felt too short, too quick, a mere flutter of a butterfly's wing.
So Rishen (a.k.a Juggies, Jugs) thank you for popping in. Here's to our friendship never hitting the pause button again. May we always laugh at old memories and make even better ones hereon after.