wasn’t exactly what I expected from the other night. Weird enough as it is, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and hardly awkward. It was only really awkward in the initial hello when he walked in. It was smooth sailing for the rest of the night. There more I hung out and talked to him that night, the more I started to feel truly sorry for being such an asshole to him. Yeah at the time he probably deserved it for all the shit he put me through but there was something about him that night that made me enjoy his company and miss his sense of humor. It felt like old times back in high school. I sincerely just felt bad. He keeps coming back into my life in the strangest ways but at least this time I wasn’t annoyed about it….
