And I do not know if it has happened to you but there are times when the person that we are presented with or found on the road ends up being more important or more relevant in our life than the one who introduced the first conversation, evidently there is an eternal thanks for facilitating the meeting, and with the passing of the years in conversations that begin with "you remember that time in which you said ..." and there begins one to remember what came first if the chicken or the egg , if my memories are such and we verify them by phone with the witness of the conversation.
Another thing is that with friends any question is valid, be it a week or 10 years ago. The friend recognizes a cold "Hello" by text message and calls you to verify that you are really well, or simply writes to you at 12 o'clock at night, so that you know that you fall asleep at 9 o'clock, only to have the exhaustive analysis of each word, from your point of view.
Knowing someone (who could be a romantically speaking prospect) is also an important event that can never happen under the table, must be compulsorily and satisfactorily shared with minute details of silences, laughter and glances.
Another thing to be grateful for is when a friend reminds you that you are missing or no longer look like what you were, when you have forgotten the person you were and have let yourself be carried away by what they say, you have believed false stories about yourself, that is why when one finally "lola falls" (said in Creole), or end rediscovering or validating things from the past and present with that affective memory of the best friend, you start to bless the moment they met.
It ends with taking old photos, stored in the trunk of memories, like this one from the Mérida cable car in Venezuela, an exceptional trip with friends who are now parents, professionals and we are in different countries, and this memory is really special of our time of University.
