I did not go to my ten year high school reunion. I didn't think I cared. I was tossing the idea of going back and forth but the bottom line was I simply didn't have the $50 to go. Yes, that's expensive for a high school reunion, and yes, I'm poor enough to have trouble spending $50 (at least when I've had to pay rent during the same pay period). I don't talk to anyone I went to high school with anymore really and my only motivation for going was curiousity to see what has changed over ten years.

Then the cheery reunion planner sent pictures to everyone on the email list. Looking through them, I was surprised by how much some people had changed and how little others had. As I flipped through the pictures, I was feeling mild regret at having missed out when all of a sudden I was looking at a picture of my best friend from high school. I haven't spoken to her in almost ten years and I really don't know why. Just a case of going our separate ways I guess. But there she was and suddenly I was overcome by how much I miss her. Isn't that funny? I hadn't given her more than a passing thought in a long time, yet the weight of her absence in my life hit me hard.

I decided to send her an email since everyone's address was listed on the group email containing the pictures. I was surprised by how easily the words flowed. It was easy to write to her, like picking up a long since interrupted conversation. There was no awkwardness or indecision over what to say. I conveyed that I missed her and wanted to know what was going on in her life. Now I am nervously anticipating a reply. What if she doesn't write back? Can that much really change?   ¶ 3:30 PM