Hey, welcome back! How have you been?
Good, good. What about you?
I’ve been good too. What’s going on?
Nothing much. Remember when I texted you from ____ that I had something to tell you?
Yeah . . . .
Well, the thing is, I’m getting married. To a girl!
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It didn’t upset me that you were marrying someone else, cause I got over you a long time ago.
It didn’t upset me that you didn’t reply to my questions when I asked you if you were dating somebody.
It didn’t upset me that you didn’t tell me about such a big decision about your life that you made twelve months ago and yet only told me nine days before the fact because you wanted to tell me in person so that you could – what you imagined – see the pain on my face and were reasonably upset when there wasn’t any.
I found the fact that you expected me to attend your sham wedding quite hilarious.
And don’t worry “buddy,” you didn’t change me a bit. Just because I let you in and got burned doesn’t mean that my next experience will be be affected by it.
I’m not afraid to be real, anymore.