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A gush of warmth was brimmed over my mouth when talking to a friend a
couple of days ago. To be frank, she, by a strict criterion, can't even be
counted as my good friend; the level of our relationship only goes deeper than
nodding acquaintance. Nobetheless, I was completely unable to check my
excitement giving rise to all smiles on my face, upon seeing her. So was she.
We two just greeted this encounter with childlike joy-- now giggling, now
scratching head (actually not itchy at all).
In retrospect, it has been about four months since we last met each other.
She changes a bit in appearance: that is, she looks prettier, perhaps thanks
to her better command of makeup. Despite the slight outer change, she is still
the usual "she" I've known for the passing of eight seasons. Although we did
not really accompany one another through thick and thin in the past, we did
grow up-- no longer physically, you know-- together. In other words, the past
memory really came sparkling back to our recalling the old days.
Ticktock....
By the time we were going to say goodbye, we grumbled about the flight of
time the way honey-saturated couples usually do. She is my old friend; an old
friend isn't necessarily a good friend. It requires no tactics to please one
another, but such relationship often lasts staggeringly long. I can find no
better words to define the delicate feeling old friends give me except that
I like them from the bottom of my heart, with no good reason though.
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