I vowed to move on, to forget about him, to try my best to no longer consider him important.

I was doing so good.

And then he barged back into my life, squeezed my shoulder while staring into my eyes as if he had an important message to relay, but of course, trying to look cool by chewing some gum.

He sensed I was slipping away. And so he fought for me the best way he knew how to get me back into treating him the way I did.

And just like that I backslid into my old world of awkward silences, secret sideway glances, double meanings, naughty hints, gluttony and Alphabeat songs in the background.