a couple weeks ago, the little group chat got bigger, adding two people from my distant past. excited hellos in the chat. i shouldn't be surprised now when those i knew in that specific slice of time make an appearance, but i always am. and especially surprised when they remember me.
i was peripheral in that group, mostly friends with other fringe-y folk, but connected to a few of the central players by friendship, and in one case, romance. (we didn't last; burned quickly, then out)
nothing less than a joy to be remembered after so many intervening years (if only, though no one says this, as x's boyfriend). a blessing to talk to people i knew at my very lowest. at ours.