/lit/ - Literature

>Daydream about reestablishing contact with the only friend I've had in my life, a classmate from elementary school
>Check social media
>Find his profile
>Look through random photos
>He looks like a completely normal adult living a responsible life
I mean, I don't know what I expected. I guess I somehow anticipated I'd be transported back in time and see the same boy I used to know. Perhaps I still see myself as a child and I projected that onto him. I suppose I also hoped that he grew up to be a loser just like me since we used to be friends... but upon thought, even back then, you could tell he was different from me. He'd protect me from bullies and try to get me out of my shell, while I was overwhelmed with just trying to function. It's no wonder our paths would diverge this much in thirteen years.

Sad. Now I don't even want to contact him anymore, it would feel like a five-year-old boy trying to be friends with a thirty-year-old man, even though we are the same age legally-speaking.