What has happened to me? I've become one of those old men sitting on a bench with a beer in his hand, always looking back on younger days, thinking everything was better then.

The evening has been spent with Svante, my best friend. Everything was just it used to be, as I want it to be. But not the same in any way. Another place, another time, and talking about old memories instead of focus on the present. It was really nice outside, so we walked around where he lives now. The world is bigger than you think it is sometimes... And in fact, the world seems really small most of the time.
But today was different, and sometimes different is good.