I’ve seen him twice. neither time has been incredibly significant. we’ve barely spoken. but each time there was the slightest moment where I wanted to be with him, walk home with him, stay upstairs in his bedroom, never leave. so many emotions wrapped up in the most fleeting of moments. I don’t miss him. not like I used to. I don’t feel that I would do anything to keep him in my life even if that meant that our relationship was based around fights and sex. that’s how I used to handle this situation. I want him around, I just want this to be easier.