Somewhere inside, we keep memories of old friends and take faith that they are doing okay despite the fact we haven't spoken to them in years. We take this for granted.
The year 2020 is "only" ten years away. But it's longer than that. The year 2020 can become the year 2050 or 2060. Then you will regret never having seen a certain friend as you regret it now. The year doesn't matter. What matters is that this certain person who had such an immense effect on your life--whether he or she knew or knows it--will more than likely never cross your path again.
Unless, perhaps, you somehow get over your hurt and find strength to seek out him or her. But is it worth it? Would it be worth it? Perhaps, in a couple of months, it will be...
