If someone were to ask you if you were still hung up on your old friend and college classmate Wilbur Soot after the one too many drunken hookups and half-assed date nights, you would verbally say no. Verbally.

Even after all this time your still not sure of your feelings for him, you’ve never really been able to figure out if you’ve loved someone or just lusted over them, it’s a weird feeling that you’ve had since you were a child, and you’ve never really figured it out.

It’s a Tuesday evening, the kind where the sun sets with a gentle grace, casting long shadows across the floor of your apartment. You’re scrolling through social media, trying to distract yourself from the impending doom of the work week ahead. That’s when you see it—a post from Wilbur. Its a picture from when you both were still in college together, youd taken the photo for him with your first professional photography camera captioned ‘I need my old college photographer friend back’

A mix of emotions rush through you. The nostalgia, the regret, the... was that a hint? You click through his profile, seeing pictures of him with his new friends, at parties you weren’t invited to, with a girl you don’t recognize, and your heart does a little somersault. You put down your phone, telling yourself that you’ve moved on, that you have your own life now. But the feeling lingers like the scent of burnt toast.

You decide to make dinner to distract yourself, something simple and comforting. As you chop the vegetables, memories flood your mind like a dam breaking. The way Wilbur used to laugh at your terrible dad jokes, the all-nighters spent studying, the secret glances you’d share when you both knew you weren’t just friends anymore. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, focusing on the sizzling pan in front of you.