"Yes, I remember."
"There were so many possibilities then, weren't there?"
"Well, I had my commitments but you're right. I wasn't so entangled in my life."
"Ever wish you could go back?"
"And? Maybe we could've worked out?"
"I wonder that sometimes, but it didn't have to be that. You could have gone your own way."
"It's true we knew eachother before this, but I don't know."
"We've been friends how many years now?"
"We've grown distant over the years."
"I suppose so. We've taken different branches."
"Is this even okay? To be talking like this?"
"And if it's not? What does that say about him?"
"He tries. He may not be perfect but he tries."
"What does it take to decide to walk away?"
"It's too late for us you know."
"It wasn't then though."
"It wasn't, that's true. We missed our chance."
"But maybe after many years, you'd be talking to him the way we're talking now."
"Role reversal, huh? What a thought."
"We can't know what fate will bring."
"Sometimes I look back and consider all my major decisions."
"Really?"
"It doesn't help that regret and nostalgia fill me with a tinge of..."
"Sadness?"
"I don't know."
"There were good memories."
"We're not young anymore. It's never too late to be happy with what you're given. But too late for me to run from it."
"I suppose."
"Well, I should get going."
"Alright. I'll see you later?"
"No, you probably shouldn't."