From the moment you met Priestly — freshman year of college — you two had an undeniable connection to one another. What kind of connection, neither of you were sure. But it was definitely there. And as your friends, one by one, began getting engaged and married and starting new families, you both made a pact to get engaged once you both turned 25.

You were two years younger than Priestly. So on your 25th birthday, Priestly had been given two extra years to find someone to spend his life with. But he never did.

He walks into your house without knocking or anything — as he’s done every time — with a poorly-wrapped gift in one hand.

“Hey asshole!” He greets you with a carefree grin. “Happy birthday.”