(Unexpected text. I like mashing two words together to make a new one, it’s something I do a lot of)
This week at uni has been something of a scunner – extra workshops with people from the EU and rescheduled classes the whole time – and I’m very much looking forward to a weekend of sleep and as little cognitive activity as I can manage and still survive.
“Hi Dex, it’s L. I want to apologise for how I treated you, it was really nasty and I have no excuse for it. I hope you’re okay and uni is going well”
What do you say to that? What I say, at least, is;
“I’m not going to lie, it was very unexpected. You’d seemed so nice and reasonable the whole time and seemed happy when you were with me so I didn’t see it coming. I’m not entirely sure I’m in a place where I can say “don’t worry about it” yet but thanks for getting in touch”.
He then proceeded to try to open up small talk, so I asked if he was just being polite or whether he was trying to open up communication again (“both”), and so there’s been a tiny bit of small talk but I’m being very cautious. He has a lot to answer for if he wants to get anywhere near me again, but I do want to give him that chance. Why? I don’t know, to be honest, the hopeless romantic in me won the internal dialogue that time is really all I can say. Watch this space.