Time is a funny thing, Ethan.
It gives zero crap about anyone as it goes by.
I think the last time I saw you was
a month b a c k.
In that dinner with
c h a m p a g n e that didn't sparkle
and p l a t i n u m b a n d s that
shone too much.
But I did see you everyday.
In my dreams.
In my memories.
In me.
On t.v.
I'm glad I saw you on t.v. all those
months back.
With your happy smile and
skillful hands.
I'm glad you left your jock ways
and became a chef.
I'm glad I found you immediately when I searched.
I'm glad I didn't see the lights when I crossed the road.
And I'm glad that even after eight years,
you recognised me.
Bloody face or not.
Hell, you have a fiancée.
Yes, I'm hurt.
Sure, I hate everything.
But Ethan, I'm not sure what to feel anymore
What I want.
Really, Time is a funny thing. And a bit stupid.