You spot them across the room.
A face you know. A laugh you remember.
Time folds for a moment.
These are friends you haven’t seen in years. Life drifted. Calendars filled. Distance did what it does best. And yet here they are. Older. Familiar. Still them.
It’s easy to let the moment slip past. To half-listen. To check your phone. To rush the catch-up like there will be another one soon.
But there might not be.
Some reunions don’t announce themselves as rare. They just arrive quietly. Then disappear back into memory.
Presence is the difference between a meeting and a moment worth keeping. Eye contact. Stillness. Letting the conversation breathe.
Because the real loss isn’t time passing.
It’s missing the time you were given.
