
Reader Submission
Sometimes, a change doesn’t happen because life falls apart.
It happens because we’re about to be seen again.
This story comes from a reader in her mid-fifties who was preparing to meet someone she hadn’t seen in years.
I was going to see her after twenty-three years.
We met in our twenties. We worked our first jobs together. We shared lunches, secrets, bad dates, dreams about the future. Then life happened. Marriage. Kids. Moves. Busy schedules. We stayed in touch at first.
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