Once upon a time, I had a girlfriend who always stepped outside for a smoke. Every time she did, she’d ask me if I wanted to come with her. But in this one instance, she didn’t ask. We had an argument the night before and hadn’t talked since, so this time, she walked out and shut the door behind her.
The door
When you step outside my house, you have to use the front door. And when it's closed, you can't open it from the outside without a key – the key I keep with me.
She hadn't taken it. So I couldn't help but wonder what she was trying to pull. Was she going to leave for good? No, her things were still inside. Was she going to roam the streets to see if I’d chase after her? No. When I peeked out the window, I saw her sitting on the steps.
At a certain point, I walked downstairs and opened the door as I passed by. But she shut it right away.
This went back and forth for a while, until finally, I stepped outside and sat next to her in silence. We started talking after a while – though I can’t remember how or what about – and eventually, we made up. I asked her why she kept closing the door knowing she couldn’t open it.
"Because I knew you would come," she said.
Once she knows she has you
Where was she supposed to have gone?
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