*Lost Thoughts, Familiar Hearts*

Old friendships are like lost thoughts, but ones that still hold such a special place in one’s heart and mind. Even though I don’t know what’s happening in their daily lives, their problems at work, the cereal they eat every morning, or the person they pass by on the subway every day, passing him/her a small smile, those calls with them about reminiscing memories, as well as learning new things about each other’s lives, are filled with nostalgia, and that quick catch-up reconnects you deeply to them. These friendships seem like a cheat code in life; there are no expectations, no pressure, and you are just completely yourself around them. The wild part? Every conversation feels like we never left. They have evolved as a person, exactly like I have. They have their people, and I have my own, but at the end of the day, we’re still at the back of each other’s minds when there is any mention of having friends like family. They’re like a home you can always return to, one that will welcome you with doors open, arms outstretched, and faces lit up with joy. You can talk to them about critical world issues or have mindless arguments about which medicine they should take for their sore throat. It doesn’t matter. The bond is deeper than the details. No matter how many close and new friends we make along the path of life, the unwavering connections between these friendships are completely different from any other. They’re the softest reminder that some things really do stay with you, no matter how far you drift.