People I Never Knew

My 5 year high school reunion was a little over a week ago. I didn't go. Awkwardly greeting a bunch of people with whom I was never really friends and watching them get drunk wasn't worth flying 2000 miles. But I spent a lot of time last week thinking about high school. Looking through my yearbook brings back memories, not of what was happening when each photo was taken, but of what happened in the yearbook room the night we designed each page. And reading everyone's parting words of friendship and love, judging their (in)sincerity, reminds me of how those relationships began. Oddly enough, the people I have come to love deeply are the same whose existence I preferred to ignore at first. I wonder how many people I have met in my life and immediately discounted. Now I am beginning to wonder if I should have gone to the reunion.