The Student cold texted me. Well I take that back, first he tried adding me to snapchat, then I blocked him, then he cold texted me.
I freaked, told Beardsley, realized I overreacted, tried to play it cool, and failed. I thought this is what adults do in a relationship. I don’t know. My sister is right, this blog is getting silly.
In the meantime I could tell this was Student’s attempt at closure, although it would come with an offer of friendship. I’ll take the closure but fuck the friendship. So we both exchanged our sorries and hope everything is goods, and when he offered to catch up over coffee I shut it down. And it was satisfying. It felt like a period at the end of a sentence, not an ellipsis, comma, or dash. The end.