I've known you for a long time.
You were my friend. We flirted with a brief attraction, but it never materialized into anything meaningful. We dated other people, and we were always happy for each other. We were destined to be friends. It worked for us. It was good.
You explored my interests, and I yours. Some stuck; others didn't. We moved on. Always close. Always friends. We'd lose touch on and off, but it was never for too long. We were always happy to run into each other again and catch up. It was good. Always good.
You were at my wedding, happy to see me commit. Heartfelt congratulations and happy memories. Laughing and joking. Good times with old friends. You meant a lot to me. I was glad you were there.
And then you moved away. I was sad to see you go, but happy for the life that you were building for yourself in a new city. You came for a visit, and I made a point of seeing you. I went for a brief visit with family who lived near you. Time was precious, but I made a point of meeting up with you and your girlfriend. You were important, and I wanted to see you. Your girlfriend seemed nice. You seemed happy. I was happy for you, and you seemed happy for me. Our lives were different now. We found ourselves on different paths, facing different challenges. But our friendship was strong. Timeless. We would always be there for each other. We would always support one another. Life was good.
We were destined to be friends. That's how it was meant to be. We were good at it. Good friends are hard to come by. But we'd found it. It worked for us. Friendship was forever.
I've known you for a long time ...