A was someone that I loved once like he was family, it was simple and firm. We were kindred spirits that finished each others sentences and ordered the same thing for dinner.

Then, once upon a time, he got sick, and I became sad. We went into two different directions and led our two different lives. Over time, I thought about A from time to time but I didn't know how to find him. I kept myself busy with work, sleep, work, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat etc. Many years went by and I found myself to be older, and little smarter and not so sad.

And one day, A found me. It was by chance he saw a mutual friend at a random bar on a random night. He is a new and improved version of the boy I once loved like family. We are older, wiser, and a little more tired.

This is the kind of thing that makes me wonder... are there people you are just meant to have in your life at a given time, for a given time, or for long term? Was the randomness really so random? We choose our friends, good or bad. Sometimes they drift and we move on.
Then sometimes they come back, good or bad, they come back and we choose to take them back or push them away. Sometimes you get someone back you never imagine will be there again. Those ones are the most important.