Aaand I met him again.

Yesterday. A couple of hours after I uploaded my first post. I was sitting with my friend outside our university and she had texted him (they've known each other for years) saying we were sitting there and just as we were getting ready to leave because she had class, he came up.

And it was...strange. Because they're pretty close because he used to work for her a long time ago and her boyfriend is a very very good friend of his. But I'd seen him more recently so when he told her stuff he kept saying "I've already told Ella this" (he doesn't call me Ella, I'm just using that name). And at one point in the conversation it was like we were this couple-y group. Him and I, and my friend and her boyfriend (he wasn't there but we were talking about him and stuff). And my imagination, being what it is, went on this tangent of double dates and shizz and I had to remind myself that he has a lot of friends who are really pretty girls and I was being stupid.
But then after we walked my friend to her class it was just the two of us. And we hung out for almost an hour because he had to print a bunch of stuff and then we were just walking around and it was like Thursday again. He's got a promotion at work and he was SO excited about that and so he was telling me about that. And then we talked about football (soccer) because I've somehow gotten dragged into the craze by two of my friends back home and he's the only one here who follows club matches and stuff. We talked about everything and nothing and it was beautiful as it always is.
And in the end, as I walked across the bridge to my dorm, I couldn't think of anything except what we could be. And that's good because it kept my mind off the other shit in my life. But it's bad because I'm building this up too much and nothing may ever come of it and then I'll be left even more broken.