I just got off the phone with a really good friend. One that my husband doesn't know about, because he would be jealous. There is nothing going on with this friend. At one point in my life, I wished there was something going on, but I have moved on with my life as he has his. But we remain good friends. I noticed talking to him today (I haven't talked to him in about 6 months or so) that life has gone forward. The old problems that we had were gone. We were friends again. Nothing came between us and when we said goodbye we were still friends. I haven't changed that much and he still knows how I feel, but we moved on. We went forward for the first time in two years. We weren't stuck in the past. We weren't talking about how things could have been. We were dealing with today, this minute and our furtures. It was a really strange thing. I never thought either of us would get past the past, but we have. I am happy for him. I am happy for me. Usually one of us is mad when we hang up, but not today. I guess this proves that life goes forward. We grow up and we move on. It's nice to know that I still have a real good friend.