The following day, RJ went over to Dei's house to say goodbye. He was going back to the city.
Dei felt sad, but tried her best not to show it. RJ didn't want to go and leave Dei, but he had to, as the following day was Monday.
RJ asked Dei for her phone number. He gave her his calling card as well.
He drove back to the city with a heavy feeling in his heart.
As soon as he got to his apartment in the Village, he called Dei to check on her. She thanked him for his concern and told him not to worry about her and that she'll be fine.
They talked for a few minutes more, then hung up so Dei could prepare for supper. RJ said he would call again later.
Later, before he went to bed, he called her again to check up on her and to say good night.
In the morning, after breakfast, Dei went out to get some stuff from her car. She looked over at RJ's house and not seeing his car parked in the driveway made her sad. She hasn't felt this way since her boyfriend died of acute myeloid leukemia 3 years ago. They were high school sweethearts.
Days passed. Dei kept herself busy by updating her clients' portfolios on her laptop. But still, RJ invaded her thoughts. Is it possible to miss him this much? After all, they have just met.
Dei made a cup of coffee and took it to sit by the window. It was raining, which made her even more lonely.
She remembered reading an article about missing someone you barely know once. It said that no matter how short an interaction between two people may be, a quick bond established would demonstrate some common ground, and an intense connection would be sufficient enough, that when one of them is gone, the other person would feel a longing, as though something is missing from their life.
"I wonder if RJ misses me, too." Dei thought and sighed. "Oh, well. What's one day more? I'll get to see him tomorrow, anyway."
Thank God for Fridays!
