i'm sorry. really, i mean it. you were right, and i see it now that i'm older. i crossed the line that day.
class had ended and we were alone in the classroom, like we often were. we both raised our voices over nothing, and you ended up taking the argument outside in order to have people around to keep your cool. when you finished preaching and staring me down, you gave me a small, awkward hug and a huge headache. the reason we fought was stupid, but you had said you don't regret it, because it was...
eye-opening?
