Almost meeting with the past

There was something familar with the man who came into the restaurant just after us. I observed him carefully when he wasn't looking. When his company arrived a bit later it clicked. He was the boy from school who I detested deeply. A true bully with an agressive outlook, ready to sit on anyone who wasn't part of his little gang. Anyone different. Anyone who didn't look up to him. And probably anyone who made him insecure. He was seeminlgy very unhappy, with family issues and all sorts of tragedies. In fact, I know that to be true. Still, I find it hard to sympathise with him even today. I looked at him and wondered: what happened? Who is he today? Did he find anyone to love; does anyone love him? He is still hanging out with a few friends from the past, that much I gathered from last night. But I wasn't the slightest interested in making any kind of contact from where we were sitting, on a safe distance from a past that I don't want back.