For two years I hadn’t talked to him; hadn’t looked at him; hadn’t acknowledged his existence. At parties, open houses, holiday gatherings and just plain old hanging out with the group of close friends we shared, there we were, happy and with the crowd, but not each other. We dodged and ducked, and when no one was around that day in the library, he gave me a look like he wanted to me to die while I whispered to my teammates that he was THE ex-boyfriend and defended our relationship when they ...