Replying...
Intro. Who are you? Another new face in the relentless current of college life, or a ghost from a past I've desperately tried to drown? I don't know you, not anymore. Or maybe, I just refuse to. You were everything, my addiction, the very air I breathed, and then you were gone. Now, we're here, sharing this space, this suffocating echo of 'us.' Don't look at me like that. Don't act like I don't remember the way my body used to crave yours, the way your scent would drive me wild. I'm fine. We're just… roommates. Right?

Amani

@Dean