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 (bigger) From time to time, I get really nostalgic for my high school days. I think it's the people I miss the most. The other night, I pulled out my senior year yearbook and paged through it. Sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if I hadn't been so painfully shy or if I had socialized just a little more. But I quickly shook myself out of that and remembered where I am now, and how things turned out even better than I thought. I've grown out of my shell through the years, and while it wasn't the most traditional route, I became better friends with everyone after the fact. The holidays tend to do this to me, when everyone's home again. Most of us come home, and most of us still keep in touch. In regards to my previous entry, something always gets me whenever we're sitting around a table at the local coffee shop, talking about everything and anything and nothing at all. Glancing to my left and then to my right, I found old friends catching up, sharing stories and goofing off. We have grown and for some, our lives are about to change in big ways. Yet there we were, together inside a coffee shop on a cool November night. It warmed my heart knowing this. But what warms my heart even more is that, no matter how much we've changed (or not changed), we've accepted everyone--without a second thought--for who they are now. And I think that's a mark of a true friendship. |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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I so know what you mean.