I guess things started to cool down in September, when Alec started school. We’d see each other and stop to chat, but he lost interest quickly, often looking away when I spoke to him or wandering off completely mid-sentence.
As weeks went by, I saw Alec less and less. He was never in the parking lot when I pulled into my spot and he stopped showing up at my door when I stepped outside. Once or twice, I even stomped past his apartment, hoping he’d hear my louder-than-usual footsteps and leap out to say “HI!” but no luck.
I missed him.
Weeks, even months, went by before I finally saw him again, the other night. I was coming home from the grocery store and setting the bags down while I fumbled for my keys, when Alec burst out of his front door. “Hi, Alec!” I exclaimed. I was so excited to see him.
My heart raced while he marched toward me. I was expecting another sweet exchange, but instead, Alex calmly said, “I don’t know your name.”
That’s when I realized it was over. Alec didn’t love me anymore. He didn’t even know my name.