It was a Friday night of Summer, I am walking myself home when I felt you. I suddenly remembered what happened to us on those summer nights. Unlike before, the wind was cold; sending chills and sadness all over my body.
I missed you.
I felt my eyes water a little. So I took a breath, looked up, and still it was you.
I let them fall, my tears.
I convinced myself that I was alone and that no one will see me. No eyes could see how weak I am when it comes to you. Then another cold wind blew, lifting my jacket as if it's lifting me away from you.
It's been almost four years. But I am still longing for you.
I looked at the time. It says 12:05.
Midnight.
The only time of the day where we could actually talk. Because if you aren't, I am busy.
I am a few steps away from home. I heaped a breath and wiped my tears.
But to my surprise, you were standing in front of my house.
Waiting.
I froze. Blinked my eyes a few times. It was still there. The feeling of rats racing inside my heart. Butterflies in my stomach. And a tear falling from my eyes.
You came to me, wrapped your arms around, and utter the words I am longing for.
"I'm home, love."
