Sometimes you forget that people remember...

So this weekend I came upon someone from my past.

And sometimes you don't realize that you had an impact on people the same way they did on you.

I didn't see him, but he thought he saw me...and so like we do, he Facebook messaged me..."Are you here?"

I didn't see it until he was gone, but we talked back and forth a little bit and it was nice.

It was nice to be remembered. And more than that, it was nice TO remember. A lot of my life has been craziness, I'll admit...but when you can step away and look back fondly, that's a great feeling.