Funny how the past never goes away

This morning I was thinking I should get up and write about a friend of mine from college i have never mentioned really to anyone…BUT thinking about lost friendships made my day a bit more interesting.

Went grocery shopping, and as I was pulled out to leave a green truck pulled up and I thought it was my brother. Looked like his truck, and the driver had the same shit-eating grin my brother will get. Rolled down my window to find it was Robert. We parked and then stood in the parking lot fpr half-an-hour talking.

And it was normal. It was only sightly awkward when he brought up my brother and his “fiance.” And the awkward went away when I found that all of Justin’s friends have the same opinion that I do of the little slug.

It was odd, going back and acting like nothing had changed – even though there are miles of burned bridges between where we are now and where it fell apart.

But we talked about video games and about where we are now, and he flat out said he is not happy with his life, but that he wants to start college – and out of my mouth comes “Well, I help kids every year fill out the paperwork. My number’s the same, just call and I will do what I can to help.” I actually got to see that old smile.

He gave me his new cell number and went to pick up what he need at the store, and I came home.

I don’t know if I want to try to be friends again or not – I see the miles of burned ground in the past – I don’t want to live in the past, but can I trust enough to try again?