You are happy, my dear, you just havn't noticed it, just yourselves.

As your friend, I always imagine that one day I could attend your wedding.  I imagine that one day I will visit you, seeing you guys still love each other, though your child has grown up, I imagine when I am still a bachelor, I could find some warm from you, I imagine, ...I imagine too much?  Till last week, you told me you broke up, and I realised it was  a dream.  

Is it a dream?  Eight years, right?  When the period is witten, everything is over, the eight years is over, your love is You  step the road without each other, and you will experience the time without each other.  Its hard to get used to. Its hard to taste.

I think of the song Someone Like You.

It hurts.  It makes us grow up.  You know how time flies, yesterday was your glory day.

Will you still keep in touch?  Will you be strangers?  Im afraid to think that, and Im afraid of the reality.

I remember you say sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.  It does hurt.

You will find that one. I hope you two will be happy.

As your friend, I counldn't do anything but praying.  You will overcome it.  Time is the best medicine.