Phil's POV

Five years. Five very long years. Sometimes it seems a long time, sometimes it feels like a few months. Everything stayed the same, yet everything changed.

I no longer live in Manchester. Moved to London like 2 years ago. I got a really good job here, still doing web designing stuff. I love it, I love my apartment, which, even though is a one bedroom flat, is great. I love every single part of my life…

Okay, that's a lie obviously. I love every single part of my life that has nothing to do with my love life. That part… That part is still suffering from the consequences of the explosion that happened 5 years ago. I blew it up. I destroyed everything.

I never talked to Adam again. He still had some stuff at my place, so I put them in a box and sent them to his place. He did the same with my stuff. It was actually a clean break: it just ended, we never met again. I stalked him though, online. He since moved to New York City and it seemed he had a great life. He met there a guy called Reid and they married last year. I'm really happy that he found true happiness, my only wish is that I could tell him.

And I never talked to Dan again. A few days after he stormed out, PJ appeared with Chris. They didn't want to kill me, PJ only said that "Not cool, man. Not cool." and that was it. Chris packed up all of Dan's stuff, then that was it. Dan was gone too.

I did not want to ask Chris how's Dan. I figured it would make him, I mean Dan, angry. So I hoped. I hoped that either Chris or PJ would say something. But they didn't. In five years, they didn't say anything.

Apropos, PJ and Chris. They've been dating ever since that party. Then, 6 months ago, out of the blue PJ proposed. I've known him for a while, but when he is with Chris… Well, that's pure happiness. So it was no surprise that they would stay together. But the proposal… We all know that Peej is a creative guy. And we all know that Chris is a hectic guy who likes chaos. So PJ built a chain reaction device in a garage of one of his friends. Then when he went there with Chris, all they had to do is press a button. In the end, a little jewellery box opened in front of Chris. PJ kissed his temple and said: 'So I was thinking… How does marriage sound?'

How do I know what happened? I wasn't there, but they started documenting their lives and posting it online. Chris of course said yes. It's May now, their wedding is next month. I cannot even speak to them, they are so excited, every second sentence is about the wedding.

So yeah, that's all. Five years. I am so alone. And I really miss Dan.

On a seemingly average morning, I have plenty of time before work, so I decide to get a coffee from Starbucks near the office. You see, I could drink coffee there, but it doesn't come in hazelnut flavour. So I decide to buy expensive coffee when I could get it for free. But I guess it's the best decision I made in a long time.

After I get my coffee, I go to the table where you can put sugar in your coffee. What is that called? I have no idea, and it's not even important right now. As I'm putting the sugar in my coffee, someone taps on my shoulder. I turn around and… and I can't breathe. It's him. It's him.

'Dan!' I want to tell him everything: how sorry I am, even five years later, how much I miss him, even five years later, how much I love him, even five years, especially five years later.

'Phil,' he says smiling lightly.

I don't what to do. Do I hug him? What do I say? How does one speak? 'So… How are you?'

'Good, yeah, I'm… good,' he says nervously. 'You?'

'Yeah, me too.'

Then we stand there, looking at each other. Suddenly I'm reminded of all the reasons I fell for him in the first place: his beautiful eyes, that wicked, yet sweet little smirk, his dimples. His sassiness, his sarcasm.

'Hey, I just want to ask…' he says, but I start speaking at the same time.

'Are you coming to…' It makes us laugh. I missed his laugh. 'Go first.'

'Oh, I just… Wanted to ask if you had the time to catch up, it'd be good.'

'Yeah, that would be nice. But not now, I'm on my way to work.'

'Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.' He goes through his bag, then hands me his card: Dan Howell, Connected Advertising Agency and his number. 'Give me a call later. What did you want to ask?'

'Are you coming to Chris and PJ's wedding?' I ask meanwhile I hand him my card. Just in case.

'Yep. It's actually crazy. I'd never thought that Chris would settle down.'

'Crazy things happen, huh?' I ask, but I don't mean their wedding.

'Yeah.' He nods, looks down and then at me again. 'I've gotta run. So, I guess, see you around.'

He walks away, almost running. Then he stops at the door and takes a few steps back, towards me. 'Are you seeing someone?'

'No, my love life isn't the… greatest. And that's an understatement. You?'

He doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at me. Then suddenly, he's right in front of me and kisses me. Okay, technically it's just a peck on my lips, but my knees actually get weak. Then he leaves, without answering. But I guess that kiss was his answer.