The next time I saw James was at one of our mutual friends' weddings. Three years had passed in the blink of an eye.
James sat beside me. The surprise in my eyes, along with the trace of lingering affection, didn't escape his notice.
Still, he simply smiled politely, took a sip of his drink, and greeted me like an old friend.
"How have you been?"
"Not bad. I've made a lot more money, at least."
"What about your love life?"
I lowered my head. For a long while, I didn't answer. Instead, I picked up my glass and finished it in one gulp.
Then I looked back up, wearing the same confident smile I'd always shown the world.
"No new relationships. But honestly, I think I'm doing just fine on my own."
"Yeah. You've always been strong."
Three years wasn't exactly short. But it wasn't all th
