Once upon a time, long, long ago in a neighborhood far, far away, there lived a little girl who had a huge crush on Jonny Nelson. They went to school for six long years, and the little girl pined away for the boy who always sat behind her in the classes they had together. (Her last name was M, his last name as N) Eventually, she got over it and decided they could be friends. She was ok with it. But she always secretly carried a torch for that boy.
The girl and the boy both grew up. They became successful individuals. They both married true loves. And then, the stars aligned and they were able to eat lunch together 18 long years after the last time they talked, before the boy flew away on a plane and was gone for a long, long time.
The girl was very nervous to see the boy again. She thought too much time had passed. He wouldn't want to be her friend anymore. He would laugh at her ridiculous attempt to parent all the children she dragged around with her. She practiced in her mind all the witty stories and things she could say to impress him and his sweet, wonderful new wife. But then, they saw each other, and the time warp started, and all the worries were gone. We chatted about the curve balls we've had in life, jobs, children, and life in the mountains. We chased children and ate pizza, we tricked the little kids with decapitated fingers and pretended no time had passed at all. Before I knew it the day was gone and we had to leave. The girl now had two friends, the boy and his fabulous and talented wife, who freely hugs and loves strangers like they were her own long lost chums. The boy and his wife are such delightful people. The girl realized she had picked a good friend. It was a lovely day. The end.
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