So maybe this whole having A back in college thing wasn't all just a bundle of fairy floss, but then again, I never thought it would be. After a year of him being out of college, he's back under my nose, under my feet, 24/7. He lives 10 metres away. That personal space and time I relished has vanished, especially on the weekends. I used to spend every minute that he was here with him, because eventually he'd leave and I could get on with the other things. But now he doesn't leave, so the time when he's here isn't sacrosanct.

The problems we used to have all suddenly phase into comprehensibility when I spell it all out like this.

I don't like this at all, and I like it even less because of that fact.