Thirty-three years. That’s how long it’s been since we first met, and here we are again—still laughing at the same jokes, still finishing each other’s sentences, still as “makulit” as ever.
Sure, we’re different now. Our sizes have shifted, our hair has gone gray (or disappeared altogether), and our faces tell stories written in lines and wrinkles. We swap tales about mortgages instead of crushes, kids instead of weekend plans. But somehow, when we’re all together, we’re still those same high schoolers—just in our 40s now.
There’s something magical about being with people who knew you “way back when.” They remember your dreams before life got complicated, your laugh before it carried the weight of responsibility, your heart before it learned to guard itself. With them, you don’t have to explain who you are—they already know.
In this age of AI and digital everything, moments like these feel even more precious. No algorithm can replicate the warmth of shared memories or the comfort of genuine, decades-deep friendship. These connections remind us what truly matters: the stories that shaped us, the laughter that heals us, and the bonds that somehow survive everything time throws at them.
Our bodies may be getting older, but our hearts? They’re still the same. Still young, still hopeful, still grateful for friendships that span decades and distance.
So if you get the chance to reconnect with old friends, please—find the time. It’s not just about nostalgia. It’s about remembering who you are, celebrating how far you’ve come, and realizing that some bonds really do last a lifetime.
Thirty-three years, and it feels like just yesterday.