Evolution.

Last night I met the ex-convict for drinks, though I feel most unkind about calling him that. Time may have softened the edges of the harshest memories I have of him. He's made a dramatic transformation as a person, with maybe a few exceptions. I think he's grown up, at least that's what he said and I guess having known him for eight years, I could expect some sort of change.

I was honest with him, I left no room for expectations, no chance for misinterpreting intentions. I think he may have been dissapointed but he didn't persist in his pursuit aside from a rather energetic discussion about what it means to be in a committed relationship. Instead, we just fell into this surprisingly natural sort of friendship. It was nice.