I have a chance to talk to one of my high school friends this week. We haven't talked to each other for almost 7 years. Now he is working in China, while I am studying in US. The phone call lasted for 3 hours, we talked about memories from high school, we talked about our life. He can remember so many stories that I can barely recall.
"There are too many things that I have to deal with now, but thinking those memories from the past make me happy." He said. He escapes to past when he doesn't want to face the reality. I feel his struggle but I can't help. The only thing I can do is to listen.
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