OK here's the thing.
I don't hate him.
He's been doing it since the fifth grade anyway, whats the difference? There was one time where he ended up liking someone else when we were still a thing so ig it wouldn't really be a surprise.
He came back sure, i'm happy about that, i'm happy that he thinks i'm a good friend, i'm happy he thinks im 'the best', i'm happy he finds me interesting enough to talk to in the middle of the night and dump all his rants to me and all the other things friends do, i'm very happy about that. So happy to the point where I'm sure this is the type of colosure i needed to finally get over him after three years.
He didn't make me mad, he didn't piss me off. He's just like that naturally--heck, there's a reason why so many girls liked him back in elementary.
All in all, I guess I'm glad he came back and hit me up that one time.
He talks to me when he feels sad, mostly when he's bored, He trusts me enough to ask for favors and rant about shitty things in his life, he makes me laugh.
He came back and I'm glad about it.
