I’m not the same person I was back then. I worry that my old friends wouldn’t recognize who I am now.

My days are full, but I still miss old friends. I keep asking myself if being busy is really the reason I never reach out.

We never had a fight, but life just drifted us apart. One day, I realized I didn’t even know his number anymore.

I used to fake confidence at reunions—now I just say, “This feels weird, right?” Turns out, naming the awkwardness makes it disappear. Honest connection beats small talk every time.

I thought it’d be fun catching up, but something felt off. The laughs were familiar, but I wasn’t the same—and neither were they. Turns out, reconnecting with the past can stir unexpected emotions.