Empty Boxes

Hello there.

It's been a while since we last saw each other. Hmm... around what, 5 years? I guess so. Five years since high school graduation and since... well, what exactly?

Exactly.

I do not know how to follow through that "hello", given that there isn't much where we left off from some time ago. It's like opening an empty box filled with cobwebs; remove the cobwebs and then there's the emptiness inside the box once more. There's nothing to talk about because of two apparent reasons: (1) where and how do we start a decent conversation with approximately 10 minutes to talk? and (2) what's the point of "catching up", when we don't even know about the details of our next chance encounter? Again, exactly. Five years since nothing. You and I both know that it is a wasted investment at this point to talk about substantial matters so it's better to settle with mere hello's, how do you do? (answer: I'm fine), and where are you going? 

The thing here, though, is that our encounter made me think of just how much can change in a span of five long/short (whichever way we choose to look at it) years. You still look the same, although there's a more distant and disengaged look in your eyes now. Perhaps it's what maturity does to us, no? You say I look different now and it actually took you around 30 seconds plus a closer look at my nameplate to know that it's me. Still, I feel the same from five years ago yet there are parts of me that are way different from what used to be. I have been broken and rebuilt for countless times but still with the same mold. I started with straw and now, the mold is made of bricks - hopefully sturdier and better. I know that you've changed through the years, too. I could only hope that it was for the better. I am glad to know that you are alive and that you're making a living out of your skills. See you again when I spot your familiar face in the crowd. Don't worry, I never forget faces.