It had been three years since we last saw one another. We had held hands and run through the rain, laughing and crying together. You were married and I had just moved in with Jon. We didn't kiss but we both knew we wanted to. You regretted losing our friendship and the possibility of more. I was simply glad to have you back in my life.
We talked on the phone and by e-mail for a while, then that faded away. Life got in the way of our friendship. Our partners were a little leery of our friendship, so they kept us apart, too. Perhaps they knew more than they let on.
In those three short years a lot changed. You took a mistress and I became engaged. You left your mistress and re-affirmed your marriage with counseling. I entered a business with my fiancΓ©e. We both changed so much... But when you called and asked me to meet you for drinks I realized nothing had changed.
We met in a small town halfway between our homes. Each of us had an hour drive or more to make our meeting possible. You ran late and got a little lost but eventually we were cozily snug in a booth of a dark pub & grub. We talked animatedly like childhood friends. You related the difficulties you had gone though over the last few years and when your eyes teared up, I took your hand. And didn't let go.