Time Doesn't Fly When You're Standing Still

It's been about five years now since I've seen you. Five years since we've talked face to face. We used to talk so much that I would be able to stave off your raunchy jokes even before you'd say them. We were that pair that could finish each others' sentences, only we never did.

It's been five years now though. Five years. And yet I can remember every conversation. I can remember every promise, every thing we used to do together. My CDs, some of them, remind me of you because we listened to them together. Some of them I even bought to impress you. It must be five years on if I can admit that now.

You announced today that you are engaged, and I saw it in a post online. A saccharine story that I knew I would see just by seeing the subject of the post. I didn't want to keep reading on, but I had to somehow. I had to offer my congratulations. It's what a good friend does. I wonder if you will think about my sincerity when you see my comment back. I did the best I could though under the circumstances, and after all, you probably wouldn't give it a second's thought anyway. I commented with my happiness for you and cried for the rest of that day, almost non-stop.