I'm sitting in the 24 hour diner that’s down the street from your apartment staring at my untouchded coffee and I can’t help but to think that even now, at 3:14 in the morning, you could still come running in here, cheeks flushed from the cold and snowflakes still in your tousled hair. Even at 3:14 in the morning the door could chime and you would come in here and look and find me at our favorite booth. And you would sit down and it would just be like how it used to be.

But it’s 3:14 in the morning, and I’m here staring at my untouched coffee while your car isn’t in your driveway, and the door never chimes.