They didn't assign us a room together this year.

I don't care. At least, that's what I tell myself.

I see him in the halls. He nods politely. I nod back.

Classes come. I sit in the back. He's at the front. We don't speak.

Sometimes, I dream about the moments we had and Minho, my new roommate, teases me with it all the time before he asks when Ledger will visit us.

Newt smokes cigarettes with someone else. I no longer feel jealous and hope the best for him.

I think about the past and the way it was and the way I was obsessed with him, but that's the past and it will forever be.

He no longer needs me. I don't need him.

It was good while it lasted.