Wow. Facebook really is like walking on a field of land mines. That's what I get for being friends with friends of S's.
Guess they had a reunion last month. A photo album was posted online. I saw it on my newsfeed and there it was - a teeny tiny picture of the four of them - S and his best friends from school. At first I knew that I would never not be able to look at those pictures. But I resisted anyway assuming that looking at the photos would be really upsetting. I even managed to have the strength to shut down my computer.
But curiosity got the better of me. So I checked it out. There were only maybe eleven pictures in total in he album. S was in just a few of them.
It struck me how little he had changed. His hair seemed the same, even his facial hair seemed to be the same. His smile and style all seemed unchanged.
I looked for it. A ring. Didn't see one but who knows really.
So I survived looking at the pictures. I'm proud of myself I guess.
I wonder though how much he was affected by the whole thing. I guess I'll never know. 11:34 PM