It was a name she mentioned in passing, an old acquaintance from long ago. I remember them, but never really got to know them. To me, they were just another item in the antique shop. They had their own life going on, their own circle of friends. We were just pieces of the puzzle that happened to be in the same box for a moment.
Now, however, for whatever reason, I was wishing I had
paid closer attention. Maybe they would
have been a worthy friend. I couldn't
help but wonder who, today, falls into my present-day box. We’ve all become antiques these days,
occasionally showing bits of our history, comparing stories, checking to see
who has rounded-off corners and who has a noticeably peculiar shape to them. Who fits and who doesn’t.
In a gathering such as this, I tend to seek out those
standing off by themselves. If I am to fit
a friendship together, I need to start in the corners.
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