Stumbled In Love [Complete]

44.

"You ok there Arthit?"

I straightened my back, my hands unconsciously straightening my shirt, as I felt Mrs. Suthiluck's comforting palm wrap around my forearm. Patting it soothingly at my short nod 'yes' while I tried to keep a straight expression throughout the entire ordeal.

"Almost done now, I hope."

Another quick nod while I tried my best to ignore all the unnecessary noises around me. Why do I keep forgetting that I am sitting next to practically the royal family of our country with the prince about to walk across the stage for his graduation ceremony. And naturally, this carnival has to be followed up with the biggest hoopla possible with half the city's paparazzi capturing every second of this spectacle. Explain to me again what is so fascinating about a bunch of 20-something-year-olds marching in order to collect a roll of paper imposing as their fake diploma? But I guess I would never really understand what passes off as news anymore.

Oh and if you are confused as to what exactly am I doing at Kong's graduation ceremony when the last we left off was at the lowest point of our relationship, then get in line buddy. Cause it seems a little hazy even to me how we managed to get here. Honestly, I have even lost count of the number of times I have tried to break up with that boy, but I swear he is like a cat with nine lives. No matter how many ways I try to dump him, he managed to bounce right back into my life.

Well, to be fair though we weren't really boyfriends anymore.

That was at least one thing I had managed to remain firm about. Especially, now that Kong had accepted, especially to himself, how excited he was about going for his master's program, no matter how much he tried to conceal his zeal whenever he kept going on and on about his plans at his new university.

No, we were definitely not dating anymore.

What we were was...God alone knows!

No, seriously, that kid was definitely some form of an incarnated stubborn, stubborn mule. Cause the five days I had barricaded myself inside my bedroom, surviving on nothing but pure sugar, Kong showed up outside my apartment every single one of those. Bringing me an unhealthy supply of more chocolaty goodies, sitting outside my bedroom door and talking. For hours and hours. About anything and everything under the sun. Almost exactly the way we had first began our friendship, before we had ever even met each other face to face. And after a week of properly wallowing in intense self pity, when I was finally ready to step outside my safe space and face the world, Kong was once again right by my side, pretending that life had the potential to be just fine after all.

Is it weird that my ex-boyfriend helped me get over brooding for breaking up with himself?

Well, with Kongpob weird obviously is synonymous with normal. But circling back to what we really were right now, let's just describe it as lovers without the benefits.

Isn't that fun? Actually, no. Not at all.

But the one thing I was absolutely not going to let that idiot do was go to a whole another country, with all these potential new experiences, and then be stuck being tied to a grumpy boyfriend who is a bigger headache than is worth, spending all his time and energy worrying about maintaining this already difficult relationship. No matter how much Kong insisted we were going to work irrespective of the distance between us. The way I think of it, if we really are going to stick through it long term, a couple of years apart would be a minor hitch in our future.

Maybe?

Hopefully.

The one positive thing that has come from all of this is that Kong seems to have at least temporarily made up with his dad, where both of them have obsessively planned and re-planned his coursework. Why was the dummy planning to so easily throw away this amazing opportunity that he had worked so hard to attain for a brand new relationship is a whole another can of worms.