It was like meeting a long-lost childhood friend.
Each time it happens, it feels like a first time.
This time, I sat down to write a paper-and-ink letter. Put it in a red letterbox in front of a post office.
I know it's going to take many days to reach my friend. But I find it worth.
I can feel the high I am on. I can also remember the times when I have felt such highs before. I remember my friends with gratitude. They make this life worth living.