Ten years and not ten months

As usual, I am at his house again. While the four of us were at the dinner earlier on, I realised how much we had grown. We could no longer run around and behave in a crazy manner like what we used to do. Instead, we have to learn to conform to the etiquettes that is required of us in the society. And I realised myself engaging in such functions lately. Sometimes, it is a bliss to be in that stage of life as we do not have to really care how we present ourselves in front of the others. Should conformity be dead? I do not really know. I reminded of our tenth year and he was telling me that he will definitely know me better as ten years is not a short period of time. I agreed with the fact that it is ten years and not ten months. How many ten years do I really have. I guess the highlight of the day is the 'crash' where I was drenched along an expressway. I appreciate and treasure the type of understanding and telepathy that we all shared.