Yesterday,I waited for a old classmate after work.
We were "diehard followers" from childhood,and he transfered to other city before finishing elementary school.After some ten years,we met again when I was at college.Then parted again,the time is so fast,another some ten years has passed.
He was filled with enthusiasm,I thought so in telephone or after meeting.And he said I still had childhood elegant demeanour,haha,there is no such thing as childhood!I remembered many people and things when we talked about in jest.Those friends are busyness for the living of themselves.Sometimes I want to know their informations very much,sometimes I don't.For the memory always is more beautiful than realism.
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My! You're posting again! Hurrah! I'm so glad you are back!
Meetings with old friends are much fun, aren't they? But I agree with you . . . the memory is always sweet, full of what was most dear, and the meeting again sometimes takes away from the special memory. Think of it like this . . . meeting with the old friend give you his part of the memory, so you've gained. It is more complete than before, even if not so sweet.
I met with an old friend after 40 years apart, and it was disappointing in some ways, but knowing who he is now is a blessing to me. I lost some of the memory, but I gained the person he is now!
Right,right,right.Thank your words with wisdom.
We can drink in the beauty of the memory,but we can't live in the memory.
I believe your life must be colorful.
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