There’s an intensity behind the gray-blue that I’ve never seen before. Clarity hits for the first time in three days. It wasn’t him who initiated this conversation. I did. I walked to his office. He didn’t dare set foot in mine. If he felt any inkling of what I feel for him, he would have brought it up. He would have come to me. Instead, he walked to his desk without so much as a glance in my direction, like he does every morning. Today is just another day for him. It’s like Friday night never happened. If that’s not indifference to our kiss—to me—I don’t know what is.
This makes literally no sense???
