What do you feel when you meet an old friend whom you loved dearly?

It’s my fault that I lost our friendship, I didn’t meet up with him when he visited the country and wanted to introduce me his wife so eagerly and share his happiness with me. I guess I was fighting with my own demons at that time… Didn’t go.

Today we have talked after many years and he told me “I can recall you clearly, in a room shining bright with the sun, you’re smiling like a flower while talking to me.” And I remembered too… And felt such a deep nostalgia for the old days.

He’s now in New York and I am now in Shanghai. And I feel such a deep sadness to have lost him. He was such an amazing friend and a special human being.

What do you feel when you meet an old friend whom you loved dearly?
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