I ran into Sanju two days ago at a gas station. He's back in town. It caught me completely off guard. He recognized me. We didn't speak. I shook the whole time & pretty much ran away.
I'm ok now about that. It was bound to happen at some point if he was back. I never expected to see him again. I didn't think his parents would let him come back to the US.
I've calmed down from the initial shock. I oddly don't feel much about this. It's the same uncomfortable feeling that I have whenever I run into an ex, kind of like a gnat flying around the corner of my vision.
I'm better off. I didn't need a drunk in my life anyway.