Dance with me

In good hands
Written @ 09:13 on Tuesday, Sept. 15, 2009

So my friend had came and gone. It turned out to be a beautiful weekend, even though the nights were a little cool-ish. Other than that, it was fantastic to catch up with St3v3n after so long.

Apparently in his mind, it has been ten years since we last caught up... maybe, who knows. Time goes by so quick that it is hard to keep track of them sometimes!

What is funny though, is that I have become a lot more aggressive than I was ten years ago. For that, I blame it on the b0ss. Haha... It is nice to know that I have hardly changed much physically, even though St3v3n's put on a lot more weight than I remember him to be.

I've got to admit though, with every reunion with old school friends I tend to be a little anxious about how much I have changed over the years. Is it for the better or for the worse? Especially with really good ole friends like St3v3n who genuinely care and share their concern for me, I tend to want them to see how I have been living my life all these years, and naturally the man that I'll be marrying in months to come.

In a tiny way, I also hope that they still approve of the 'new' me, as supposed the 'ole' me that they once knew. Strange it seems, but I do. Thus it was reassuring when St3v3n came up to me quietly on the side and said: "It's reassuring to know that you're in good hands living here."

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