old.friend.

I got an e-mail a couple of days ago from someone I knew (or who knew me) quite well, but who I haven't seen in over three years, or talked to in over one. It was such a nice surprise. It got me thinking about how people come into and leave your life, and how they change you in doing so. It was strange to think that this person knew a different me, and stranger to think about how I was different three, five, fifteen years ago. I'm much stronger and more self-assured now. I suppose it's like losing weight. When it's someone you see all the time, the change isn't as noticeable. When it's someone you haven't seen in six months, it's in-your-face obvious. Sometimes I wish I could tell the old me stuff. Now that I'm so much wiser, that is.