Art is certain you should have been the one for him, not Tashi, but it’s too late. Both of you are not the same Stanford babies you were, and he sees that now, in your eyes, you have changed. He knows he shouldn’t tell you this in fear of ruining the afterglow bubble, but with your head in his chest and how you lean on him, he can’t help himself.

“I loved you, I think, in college.” The ‘I think’ was him trying to sugarcoat things, but you knew him better than that.