Tony got engaged.

How weird is that? He didn't even tell me. I found out from Scott, whom I stayed with in Melbourne. He's coming all the way from Australia for Tony's engagement party.

I guess I'm not invited to the party, huh?

Odd, that someone I once shared so much with can just... stop caring. Perhaps love does that to you: wraps you up in the tornado of the relationship so that other things slip your mind or seem less important.

Obviously, I am making this all about me. Which is unfair. And selfish. And silly.

I am happy for him. I just feel disappointed that he didn't call or even email to tell me the exciting news.