4AM. I couldn’t sleep, neither could you. A text with just three words, “I miss you.” I replied, “I miss you too.”
It had been over a week since we last spoke, after nearly a year of being together. We had broken up, but it was clear neither of us wanted it. She wanted to see me, I told her to come over. “It’s too late…” she said, I disagreed. We both lived at home, but I needed to see her, to hold her. It didn’t take much to convince her and within minutes, she was on her way to my house.
She parked on the street, quietly closing her car door and sneaking down my driveway. I opened the front door as quietly as I could, afraid of waking anyone. She walked in, then straight upstairs, no words needed.