Oh, the irony.

It had been a while since I responded to his letter which I had been honest, blunt and upfront in. He said he appreciated the blatant truth, but I think I took a stab at his pride. 

                       Rightfully so.

Things right now in a normal world, should be awkward, a little at least. Especially since we've been broken up for five months.

So, why is he sitting next to me at the library right now?  

No, first off... why did he even invite me? 

Hopefully I'm being a girl and over thinking it, and all he wanted was some nice company... and he happened to want me be his company.

Right? That's all it is. 

Except my brother-in-law would tell me that ex-boyfriends don't just come around to be friends. I'm going to stick with the "nice company" theory.

After not being around someone for a long time, that you normally were around a lot, you remember little quirks they had. You remember the way they would look around the room, you remember their sarcasm and the way they wore v-necks. How he would act so nonchalant about life's misfortunes and laugh with his head rolled back. Then, there's the occasional comment from him to me like, "Is it fine that I'm using words I don't know?" 

I should miss him. I should want to go back to how it was. 

But, I don't. 

I am completely fine sitting here, in different chairs while he writes is 11 page paper on Fat Oxidation, and I write a blog post about him.