"How are you holding up, Tristan?" His friend looked at him with sympathy, probably seeing the heartache in his eyes as he watched his other friend from a distance.
Of course, he wanted to be happy for her, but he could not help but feel the pain of losing her. He wanted her, but it seemed fate was against him.
"What do you think?" He did not want others to know his deep secret. But somehow, this woman could read him like a book. He could not keep anything from her.
They had been friends for a long time. They probably knew almost everything they needed to know about each other, even their darkest secrets.
But, just like a good friend, they had promised to keep their secrets to the grave and never breathe the word to anyone else.
"I know it is hard, but you can't continue to do this to yourself. You need to move on." His friend counseled him, looking quite concerned. "You have to let her go."