A few days ago, I was at Hollywood Video. I rented Ballet Shoes, but that is irrelevant to the story.

As I was heading toward the foreign section (this is my favorite section of Hollywood, foreign films are brilliant. I'm partial to French), I literally ran into my friend Douglas. 

-You see, I've known Douglas since I was a freshman, so that's a good five years almost. He was a senior when I met him, so he's five years older, seeing as I skipped a grade.-

Douglas had moved to Arizona a few months prior to this, or so I thought. 

"Douglas? I thought you'd moved to Arizona?!?" I cried, after hugging him (Douglas is good at giving hugs- a skill most men should acquire). 

"I did, for a while. But the job I had wasn't so great, so I came back. Now I'm starting pre vet soon."

Since when has Douglas wanted to be a vet? NEVER in our five years of friendship has he expressed the desire to be a doctor for animals. 

To be fair, he is a rather quiet person. But you'd think that, in the times we've driven to the coast together, or when he's helped me do the dishes so we can have a marathon of The Office watching, he'd mention it in passing. 

That man never fails to surprise me.

..........

And the thing is, even after not seeing him for a few months-not even talking to him-not even a text-  I felt old feelings come rushing back as soon as we hugged. 

I'm not sure what kind of feelings these are, though. 

I've never had romantic feelings toward him, I can say that safely enough. It's more of a desire to break down that quiet facade he's had all these years. To find out what he's like when he lets himself go. 

A few years back, he dated my best friend. I suppose he's got something, or else she wouldn't have been so smitten with him.

..........

It never fails to amaze me, how we can spend months away from a person, then as soon as we see them again, to feel the same degree of friendship. 

Humans are strange creatures.

Because I know that's not all there is to him. There's got to be something else.