sometime ago, in somebody's house

We think we know people by the kind of company they keep. There are people we think we see, but when we look at them, they are surrounded by a soft haze we hardly notice. We think we know someone by the kinds of pictures we see. But we never really get to know someone until we have experienced who they are firsthand; until you allow yourself to take them in; until they allow you to wallow in them; until you do them the favor of letting them in. And you cease to know someone when you've fallen out of the loop of their life. No one remains the same way as how you've come to know them for a long time. You might think they're the same. But there will be changes. It happens within a day or within a season. And somehow, you may have missed these changes, good or bad. These changes ripple and transform the connection you have with them. Or maybe, the love, the affection you keep for someone is strong enough to overlook these changes. Maybe somehow, the transformation doesn't matter, and you can go back to this connection and it still feels like home.