The good old times!

I was just talking to an old friend through the net, after forever.

And halfway through the conversation, we were trying to figure out when was the last time we met each other. I remembered what we did and where we met up but I can't really put a time line to it. He said around 5 years ago and I said no way. And in the end, it turned out it was indeed around 5 years ago, when I was 15 and he was 18. And we are so sure about the timeline because the phone numbers we have of each others in our phones were those we were using 5 years ago.

Yet, when we talked tonight, it was like things were still the same. We picked up right where we left off.

And lots of memories were brought back. Gosh, those were the days. Where I'll listen to him talk endlessly about the girl he liked and he'll do the same for me. And we'll try to give each other advice thinking we are oh so wise at that age. Trying to figure out the mysterious way things work. Our passion for football, albeit supporting different teams. Our passion for music, and how he drove to my place just to pass me The Calling cds to get me listen to them. 

I guess there are just some friends that you don't need to talk to all the time to keep the friendship alive. 

Thanks for the memories.

Mayyie xxx