I am glad.

This afternoon has been spent reuniting with an old friend. 

At first it was a handful of awkward silences and the lack of topics but the atmosphere that surrounded us eventually warmed up and not long after, we were talking and laughing like old friends.

And I guess we are old friends but that's all we're ever going to be. Friends. A friendship best kept at a distance. 

Somehow, I feel lighthearted that I was able to keep a conversation with her, even though it was about school. I did however get a hint of what her life is like right now. She tells me that she is wary of the fact that people make fun of her and her friends. There will always be people smirking, laughing, whispering, snickering behind their backs. That appealed to me so much. It hit me. I had been doing that since then without even knowing the reason behind things, the background story. I'm sorry. 

I'm glad she's happy. That's nice to know. 

Also, it's my mom's birthday. Happy birthday, Ma. I love you.