We were walking on the commons. He gave me a rice cracker as a souvenir from his trip back. He connected at Narita from Seoul, to NY. Then he took a bus to a hotel, then came back to campus the next day.

"How is she?" I asked. 

"She's in Korea, going back to Japan after 1 week," he said, looking down as if he was staring at his face on a puddle. 

"How do you feel about that?" I asked.

"It's sad, because she and I dated here."

"I know. I feel the same way." 

"Someday I hope she and I can get married," he said. 

"You never know."

"Yeah, you never know." 

They were still together so it was a different kind of sad, lonely feeling than mine. We went to Walmart, grabbed everything we needed, and headed back.

My entire suite moved in today, as they all settled in by the afternoon. They bought a 40" TV, and brought a whole bunch of snacks and shoved them by the kitchen. Slower and slower I'm learning that my roommate is one weird guy.

"Yup, you heard me right," he said. "I make pornographic compilations."

In the evening I escaped and sat down outside watching the fountain. Students were hanging around, getting their feet wet going in the fountain. Losing interest, I sat alone at the campus center, watching gymnastics on the television. It's sad because she and I dated here. Those words came back. Every single minute of my night. I couldn't help but reminisce.

I came back and the door was locked. My roommate and his girlfriend were in there. They were doing it.

"The timing," he said.

I sat down on the living room couch, staring into nothingness, waiting, humming the tunes of Bob Dylan's 'It Ain't Me Babe'.