Separation/Contact

Today has had its ups, its neutrals, and its downs.


Downs
Craig and I talked. Discovered he never loved me. Sure, it bruises my pride and my heart now, but I'm glad he's finally gone. 
...I just realized that "talking" with your ex is a lot like talking to a teacher about a failed test you can't retake- you're reminded of every mistake, every painful detail, and it seems worthless do comb over those details when there isn't a damn thing you can do to change them, except maybe to stuff them away and try to forget.


Neutrals
I ended up auditioning for my school's talent show. 
Kinda sounded like shit, but whatever.


Ups
Well... I finally talked to Hunter in person today. More than once, actually.
The first time we briefly encountered each other before my audition. As he left for a football meeting, he said over his shoulder "Text me." I've kept my phone aside, but who knows.
The second time, though....
Well, it was the end of the day. Thinking to myself "Fuck it." I strode up to his locker and posed near it, giving him the most confident smile I could possibly muster. He lifted an eyebrow. "Subtle." He said. I chuckled. "You know it."
We talked briefly; about football, about my play. He mentioned he had to leave for practice.
"Well, have fun." I smiled. He looked at me for a moment, and then he held out his hand. I took it, and he grasped it. His skin was soft, warm against mine. He gave it a tiny shake and then headed off. I stood there for a moment, half in disbelief, half in happiness.


Those first brief moments of contact are what make life worth living.


-V.