In college, with the freedom to date, a decent-looking guy confessed his feelings to me. Without giving it much thought, I said yes. However, we broke up soon after because our ways of handling things were completely different.
"I even came looking for you during the summer of your junior year..."
I shifted uncomfortably and sat up straighter, feeling like Robert was keeping track of something. It was normal for him to have a bit of a temper, considering he had tried to see me several times but always missed me.
"I saw you with a guy holding flowers, and he even knew your home address. He was a guy with a tan."
Dyed hair and tanned guy... What strange nicknames.
"That was my ex. He came all the way to see me and confess his feelings, which actually touched me a lot..."
I couldn’t tell if it was just my imagination, but Robert seemed to relax noticeably when I mentioned "my ex”.
"I knew he wasn’t good enough for you," Robert said indignantly. "He gave you such ugly flowers!"
I burst out laughing.
My ex’s taste was definitely questionable. The flowers he gave me when he confessed his feelings were probably the best he could do.
"Then you’re now..."