There's nothing quite like a reunion between old friends. Six months ago, we had sat in a quaint little room with sunlight streaming through the windows, huddled around a small table with a pot of Shin ramyun, discussing both change and nostalgia. A Last Supper of sorts I suppose, all of us were going to be walking different paths; we would essentially be living different lives. It's an unspoken question, the same one we all had when we graduated, "Will this change? Will we remain friends? Ever see each other again?" We all understood the changes that life could bring, changes that could break promises simply through silence.