\u201c\u2026Where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze, my breath fogging up the windshield. His voice hadn\u2019t changed\u2014steady, calm, like the years between us were nothing more than a bad dream.<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside your building,\u201d I said quietly.<\/p>\n
There was a pause. Not awkward\u2014just heavy, like something unspoken was finally finding its way to the surface.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay there,\u201d he replied. \u201cI\u2019m coming down.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost hung up. My fingers hovered over the screen, heart pounding harder than it should. Three years of silence\u2026 and now this? It felt too easy. Too sudden.<\/p>\n
But I stayed.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, I saw him. Same walk. Same jacket style. Just\u2026 older. Tired, maybe. Or maybe that was just me seeing what I felt.<\/p>\n
He knocked on the window.<\/p>\n
For a second, I couldn\u2019t move. Then I unlocked the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was it. No dramatic apology. No shouting. Just one small word carrying years of regret.<\/p>\n
He popped the hood, like nothing had ever changed. Like we were kids again, messing around with Dad\u2019s old car. I stepped out, the cold biting through my coat, but I barely noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still ignore warning lights?\u201d he asked, a faint smirk forming.<\/p>\n
I let out a small laugh. \u201cSome things don\u2019t change.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at me then\u2014really looked. \u201cYeah\u2026 some things don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence again. But this time, it wasn\u2019t empty.<\/p>\n
\u201cI missed you,\u201d I blurted.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t hesitate. \u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all it took.<\/p>\n
No big speeches. No perfect timing. Just two people, standing in the cold, finally choosing each other again.<\/p>\n
The car started a few minutes later.<\/p>\n
But something else started too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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