You know how you move on to a new phase in life and you make all these new friends and acquaintances and they seem so cool at first (only at first), but then you come back to the place where it all began and you meet that person again. The one who needed no explanation, no sort of clue to what you meant to say and knew exactly what you were trying to convey, even if you had a hard time articulating it. The one who knows you so well they look at you the same time that you look at them and notice all the same things you do and burst out laughing. The only one with whom you never have to pretend...
That's what life is all about. Finding that person. It's just so abominably horrid that life gets in the way sometimes, but then the day you see them again comes... And you realise nothing ever really changed. Some things really do always stay the same. Like the bond you share would never weaken despite the number of miles between you.
