Of course he was. (I, however, was not. I'm unaffected by the news.)

I got that feeling when I was talking to him, and I knew it had never fully gone away. I told him that I want to paint my room monochrome--that I love the feeling of being in a black and white picture (so surreal), but I didn't tell him that it's the same feeling I get when I talk to him.

I miss him.

I can sense that he misses me, also, but neither of us will admit it and neither of us desire to be with the other again. It's a lonely, broken love story and we're both antagonists.