missing

      Once in a while, there will be people you miss too much when you leave them -- so that in your head, they become bigger and deeper and fresher and more golden than they really are. And when you finally see them again after so much waiting, they can't possibly live up to your inflated expectations. And all your anticipation turns flat, like a bottle of soda that's been sitting in the sun. 
       
       But sometimes you see them again, a little tentatively (because you've been disillusioned before), only to find that the way you remember them is just a faint echo of who they really are. That who they are is better than you realized, and that you were right to miss them all along. 

photo by Spencer Fields

This is for my best friend, because he asked for it.