I bumped into someone at the mall yesterday. He was with a lady, his wife. We smiled at each other and that was it. We passed by each other, he wrapping his arm around the lady's waist while I went on talking to my girl pal.
I surmise that if his wife werent with him, he would have stopped and we would have chatted up a bit. After all, we were friends, close friends at that. But I know things have changed now that he's married to the girl that came before and after me. Oh well, there never really was us but we had something together. It was good while it lasted.
Then I remember the first time we met; when we danced the night away; that first kiss; those sweet nothings; the time we lost touch; that day we met again; the time he asked me out once more; the moment he introduced me to his friends and danced the night away again - just the two of us; the early morning he shared his whole life to me; the moment I looked into his eyes filled with tears.
And then there came a time when I avoided him, not because I didn't want to but because I had to. A few YM conversations later, I would find out that he had married and had a kid too. How wouldn't I have known? He works in the same company with my boyfriend. Small world, isn't it?
I am truly happy for him. I know he is happy for me too. I will look back with a wonderful recall the happy moments I have shared with him, though not the feeling, and I will always hope for nothing but the best for him and his family.