Grown Up Teens

So I'm talking to my friend Stephen (god I really kill these names). We've sorta been out of touch for a while. The last time we really talked was waaaaay back during fall last year when we were both tragically heartbroken by the love of our lives. Him, getting drunk every night to forget that the lady of his heart of three years slept with his best friend, and me, crying away my anger and general miserableness called Jethro. Yes Dramatic'R'Us. What can I say we were 22...barely mature teenagers.
So Stephen tells me that he broke up with his girlfriend and I'm like whoa whoa wait a sec what happened here? And apparently his lady love and him started dating and had a whole relationship thing going for a while and now they're broken up and moving on with their lives, though he wishes they weren't.
I was totally knocked off my feet. Wow. Life moves fast.
At this point, I couldn't help but compare our love lives. I'm nowhere with Jethro. We're inching towards the line that divides acquaintances and friends. In this past year we've had two major fights, actually three: October, January, and March, and barely 10 conversations in between, only half of which were civil.
But when it comes down to it, would I have preferred my life to have taken the route Stephen's did? ....I'm tempted to say yes because like Stephen I'm still desperate to have Jehtro in my life, in any shape or form. But if he came into my life, then I'd want him to stay. Forever. I don't think I'd be okay with something temporary. I also don't think I'd be able to take that kind of heartbreak again.
So I guess life happens in a certain way for a reason. It dishes out exactly how much the person can eat. No more, no less.
I think for the first time I'm actually happy with how slow this is taking.