In Valnentine's Day, I had afernoon tea with one friend who hadn't meet for more than ten years.
She looks thiner and more beautiful than before.
It's very interesting to see her speaking, a little familiar and a little strange.
She is still the same person, acts and speak in the same way, but express in a more mature style.
It's very lucky that we talked happily without any awkward pause.
She reminded me of many stories I've forgotten.
I always believe I could remember everything I've experienced.
Obviously, my memory is not as good as I suppose.
From conversation, I found unexpectedly that I am exactly the same person at least from senior high school.
I love fine food, I am late pretty often, and I am optimistic in others' views.
She is like an autobiography of myself.
It's very lucky and honor to be kept in other's memory so vividly.
It's so nice to have an old friend back!
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