I had dinner with an old friend tonight. We've always been forthright with each other. We talk openly about depression and faith and other topics I wouldn't dare so deeply venture into with anyone else.
Tonight he shared a piece of his past with me. A private, painful part of his life. In that moment all the puzzle pieces snapped together and everything about him made perfect sense.
I thanked him for telling me. I'm honored that my friendship is worthy of his trust.