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 front. He's in the back. We don't speak.

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

Sander shares his fact of the day with others. 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 hated him, but that's the past and it will forever be.

He no longer needs me.

I do need him, but it's okay.

He got me to change only to mirror back the neglect I once gave him.

I guess it was good while it lasted— which it never even did.