"It's the end, and I'm okay with it."

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Now we all were here, chatting away about those days over drinks and food. You spoke to me quite often, remembering how much fun we two used to have; despite us loosing contact over the few years, it all still seemed fresh. By the time our dinner had ended, it was well into the night, cold wind blowing as a few of us were left behind waiting for the ride, others already having left.

You stood by my side silently while I looked at my phone booking a taxi, just like those days. The wind was blowing your hair to a side while you looked at the road, your hands in the pocket of your puffer jacket. The scene caused a wave of nostalgia to engulf me, somehow getting rid of the awkwardness in the air. Your presence was still as comfortable, as if the last few years of no contact with each other had barely happened.

This time, unlike before, I struck up a conversation with you to which you happily joined in, soon enough both of us reminiscing and laughing at some memories. It was all still the same, our conversation still being like the ones we used to have back then, washing away the years of being distant with every minute.

It was rather healing; like a warm hand tending to an ache which comes and goes, relieving the pain.

It's weird isn't it? The same man who I fell for, broke my heart somehow, was now standing in front of me back again, laughing along with me. But unlike last time, I didn't have my heart interfering in between, letting me enjoy your company just as one would with good friends. It was as if history was repeating itself, giving me another chance to be the friend I once wasn't after a point and correct all the mistakes I had made.

Perhaps I had learned from my mistake because today, we left as the friends we were right back then before I fell for you, both of us promising each other to keep in touch.

After all, not all good friendships are meant to be ruined by romantic love.

They deserve to remain and last forever.

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