Translated…
I once thought, that some people, I’d never have to, meet again.
When I was found by L online, I was, shocked at how easy the information leaked out at the information age, and I’d gotten to the hospital, to visit her who was recuperating from being in a car wreck. L started chatting with me happily, on the memories, and mentioned a lot of the things I have no recollections of. In the end, L asked me if I would show up, at the class reunion she’s about to host soon.
Or maybe, it was because I’d wanted to, make correction to my own memories, to prove to myself, how mature I’d become, I’d, temporarily let go of the memories of being bullied, and, thought of my appearance as a way, to meet up with my old friends. And, truth be proven, that in those couple of ours, there’s not enough memories made, and those who’d talked, were still the ones who were once popular back then, it’s just, that everybody’s been baptized by the world already, so, they’d all become, courteous, more or less.
not my photograph…
I’d thought, that that, was the end, but, there were, several members of my classmates with whom I’d not had any in-depth connections with, who had become, my new friends since the reunion.
I’d thought that those no-longer-in-existence relationships are gone, but, they were, reborn, again, in this reunion that I’d gone to too.
So, because you all were older than before, and, you’d, let go of the things you’d done to one another in the past, after all, that was, ages ago, right??? And that, was how you’re, able to, start off anew, in brand new friendships, with those older, more mature, former classmates of yours now.
Life, the Obstacle Course 