old shells
I always feel older whenever I get home from highschool reunion. I guess we’re just not getting any younger. I am finding out that as each highschool reunion comes and goes, I feel more and more aloof with these people. Its either I am finding out that I have little in common with them afterall, or I myself have changed a lot. Have I changed? Have they changed? We are all growing our seperate paths, and change is inevitable.
Reunion always feels like slipping into an old shell. It feels familiar, yet slightly uncomfortable, and you always seem to not know what to do.
Change is coming one day but while its on its way, I want to remember you just the way you are.
