Here we go, I hope you like it.
Ideally, I'd be comfortable to look at myself in the mirror as soon as I woke up. You could see my tired undereyes and how thin my hair was getting, having impulsive decisions of dying my hair were not working out in the long run.
I got myself into the shower, feeling the burning hot water. I enjoyed that, it kept me in a numbing loop of silence. At least until the water got cold.
Today was a dreadful day for me, I'd see you again, in the hallways where we crossed eyes so many times, but many years ago.
Would you act like if nothing ever happened? I doubt I could ignore the silver ring on your left hand, even after all this years.
Dressing up today was essential, seeing you again after five years called for the occasion. Not that you ever really cared about that sort of thing.
Pulling down a deep blue cashmere sweater over my dark jeans I felt safe. Knowing I was wearing your favorite color was oddly satisfying to me.
Taking a deep breath I wondered what your ideal do over would be.
Mine was certainly not going back to college and having to see you again, Professor Cullen.
NA. All mistakes are mine, see you tomorrow.