I’ve resolved myself to the fact that I’m probably not going to see him anymore.
Other than random passings in the hallway or glimpses across the parking lot. And when he moves into another building, not even those.
What I don’t get is why he can’t just be honest and say that he’s not coming back. Why all the excuses and avoidance of what he has already decided?
Oh well, maybe it’s for the best that we are never in the same room again. I’m at the point where I don’t care anymore anyway.