Class Reunion – Twenty years later. Standing in a crowded room with a bunch of people and faces I could barely recognize. Old emotions came rushing back on me as if my past was flashing before my eyes. And then across the room I saw him. Time had been very good to him. When he smiled I saw that he noticed me too, so I turned and headed in the opposite way. I was cornered by another childhood friend when he moved to touch me. Just a simple soft brush across and down my shoulder in acknowledgement that he had seen me. No words were spoken. Just the touch. I loved him for that. I believe I always will.