Unbound by Anger

I went to Harold's celebration and, happily, discovered that it was two other acquaintances' anniversaries as well.  It was a great meeting, made even more so by having an opportunity to catch up with an old friend with whom I'd had a falling out.  We talked for an hour after the meeting ended and, though we never once spoke of the night that we walked away from our friendship, I felt as though we were tacitly telling one another that it's okay now, that we're okay now.  We'll never be the friends that we were before, and that's okay, too.  But we like and respect one another, and can enjoy each other's company when we meet.

Relinquishing old anger and pain releases me in return.