So I saw my best man tonight.
I did not mean to have him as such. How ironic, it was a complete coincidence both times. I finally recognized who he was, and he did as well, and I looked him dead in the face and I cried a little. He said he was sorry, and I was too. Neither of us truly having any idea of what we were sorry for. But it was sorry, there is no doubt.
So young and so stupid. What was to become of us.
It hurt so badly.