remember when?

I always somehow hope for that feeling...you know the one? The one where it seems no time has passed at all since you last saw one another?

We had that once, she and I. No matter how long it was between visits, between talks - somehow it always seemed like we had just been there, sitting on our rock telling absolutely everything to each other.

I always hope for that feeling. The familiar affection coming with ease. The remembered confidences. The shared laughs. As I look through old photos and remember... I always hope for that feeling.