My friend's most recent blog turned me contemplative.
One of the most difficult parts of growing up is looking at someone you once deeply knew or loved and realizing they are a stranger.
That person you shared a locker with, that group of people with whom you stayed up all night laughing in college, the friends you took cross-country road trips with after graduation, the work team with whom you labored 60 hours per week, the person you wanted to spend forever with...
One day you cross paths and smile while making small talk, feeling the glimmer of what you once shared, and realizing your lives are no longer intertwined although your hearts are.
You walk away, never knowing when you will see each other again, feeling the familiar love, yet aching with loss.