Via Skype, I was catching up with an old friend.
Him: You know your suchandsuch is getting married?
You: So I hear, it's about time. I hope he's... they're... both chuffed (I hadn't heard, a lump was caught in my throat, I blamed a dodgy internet connection and said we'd have to finish the call by phone).
When I broke up with my first love suchandsuch it was inevitable, we were too young, too in love and loved to argue a little too much. Although we haven't seen each other in years, I get the occasional Facebook poke and Christmas card (let's skip over the sporadic phone sex).
Suchandsuch has been engaged a few times (to different women) since his time with me, this time though he's set a date. This was the only man I could have seen myself marrying and he was getting married to someone else.
I hate it when nostalgia comes with a knuckle sandwich.