I met him after over a year at a wedding. He was hand in hand with his current, also his first, girlfriend.
They must have been together long enough to forget that he used to hang out with people who threw mean remarks at her, that he had to keep his romance under the radar and silently smile and chew his way throughout group dinner listening to them bitching about her. And they must have also been together long enough to forget that I brought them together.
Looking at him now, with the trendy undercut hairstyle, buffier frame thanks to family money invested in gym, a devoted girl and a career paved forward by daddy, I wonder if it’s too much asking for my best mate back or if it’s just me and the venomous envy in disguise of noble values taking over.