“Sorry, looks like your time has run out.” We’ve reached my driveway now, the end of our time together. There’s this part deep within me that feels empty whenever we have to separate, but I try my best to ignore it. Pulling out his phone, he taps something, and my phone rings. He winks just as I answer the phone. “Nope, you wanted to talk on the phone, remember?” Then, he walks away. We not only end up staying on the phone for his entire walk home, but for an hour after that, too. We share embarrassing things, stories from our childhood, anything that’s easy and light.
