"Too long." He hugs her. She still smells like peaches and cinnamon; still looks like something out of a dream. It's strange seeing her after so long, now that she's gone from one of his closest friends -- and sometime lover -- to a woman he often forgets to send a Christmas card to.
"Well, we have to promise to make more time for each other."
He smiles and nods, though he doesn't believe her.
He wishes he could.