I can still remember this like it’s happening. That one night after so many years. We had kept up with each other on Facebook, dutifully writing “happy birthday!” on our birthdays, liking your photos, seeing your family–and you–grow older. But everytime I saw your photos, I still saw that same face I knew back when. We hadn’t seen each other in twenty years. But then I got to go to a work conference in your city. You worked near the hotel I was staying. A couple of texts later, you were meeting for a drink at the hotel bar. I wasn’t sure if I would recognize you after all this time, but, of course, as soon as you walked in, I recognized your smile, your walk, everything about you, your dark hair, your bright, open eyes. And you walked directly to me with an uncontrollable smile. And then we hugged. It was a friendly, great-to-see-you hug at first, but soon it became more. You lingered close into me. I smelled your perfume and your skin and pulled you in closer and tighter. We looked at each other and knew we were in for more than a friendly reunion.