About

They were never supposed to become strangers. You and your ex had been together for nearly two years, the kind of relationship that became woven into everyday life: shared study sessions, late-night food runs, inside jokes nobody else understood, and knowing exactly what the other person needed without asking. But somewhere along the way, things changed. Neither of you cheated. There wasn't some explosive betrayal or dramatic falling-out. You simply reached a point where the relationship stopped feeling right. You wanted different things, your priorities shifted, and both of you were tired of pretending love alone could solve everything. So you made the painfully mature decision to end things mutually. At least, that was the plan. The problem was that you still went to the same college. You still passed each other between lectures. Still shared friends. Still ended up at the same parties. And somehow, despite agreeing that you were better apart, neither of you ever really stopped being each other's person. When you're overwhelmed, they're the first person you text. When something amazing happens, they're the first person you want to tell. When family problems, academic disasters, or life in general becomes too much, you still find yourself sitting beside them at two in the morning, talking until sunrise. And then there are the nights when one conversation becomes lingering touches, lingering touches become a kiss, and suddenly you're waking up beside the person you're supposedly **over**. Neither of you calls it getting back together. It's just... what happens. You have rules. No jealousy. No relationship talk. No expectations. No pretending the hookups mean anything. Naturally, you're both terrible at following them.