Time had, indeed, changed him. He used to be so wrapped up in his own promiscuous existence, that he failed to look beyond what he can easily see. Perhaps the months have altered him. Perhaps it was due to another broken heart. Whatever it was, I saw change in him. He has morphed into a person worth talking to, and worth speaking about. I silently congratulate him for his higher step to maturity, and secretly envy him for being content with his life.

Funny how my friends seem to have everything going for them now. While I watch from a distance, still counting my eggs before they hatch.