Last night I dreamt of you. After not seeing you for so many years and seeing you again recently, I suppose my subconscious started thinking of the good years we had together - the years we can almost never talk about again in the open.
You look happy now. And in so many ways, i’m really happy for you and him. All three of us shared something special I think. And taking that photo with him the other night felt like the past might possibly be rekindled. But since there was no photo of the three of us, I suppose the bridge is still a long way to being rebuilt.
Either way, I wish we could all still be friends like we used to. I would trade nothing for the years we had together. But I do think a lifetime worth of friendship is a terrible thing to lose because of a few years of… complication?