The Twenty-Eighth Year Since I Met Her

A heads-up for readers in the front row: angsty youth fiction!

This is the twenty-eighth year I have known her.

We used to be best friends.

Perhaps life's greatest regret is when someone who used to be your best friend becomes a stranger.

When she made other friends, what did that make me, the one who used to be her best friend?

In the eighteenth year since I met her, we were best friends.

In the twenty-eighth year, we were strangers who passed each other by.

Theme: The preciousness of friendship