Hidden Feelings

3

Samuel Guimont was older than us by four years. He always wore a black T-shirt and a baseball cap.

More importantly, he was one of my ex-boyfriends.

The secret affair with this graduate student lasted for two months when I was in freshman year. He helped me a lot. However, when we were together, I always felt that Samuel was absent-minded. It was as if he was looking at another person through me.

A player like me was able to remember it until that day because he was the one who took the initiative to break it off.

It was a woman's strange desire to conquer.

I knocked on the door as a symbolic gesture, and I walked into the office with a smile.

Samuel was writing his thesis with his laptop. He had black trousers and black Dr. Martens boots. His long legs had to suffer, as they were folded in the narrow space under the desk.

"Hello, Samuel."

With other lecturers present, I chose the most formal title to greet him.

He turned his head back slightly and said, "Yes?"