You were a young lady — around twenty years old. You were living in Miami, Florida — around the beach. You were living in a nice beach house, but you felt so lonely… you missed your boyfriend and friends… your boyfriend — Marc, lived in California and so did your best friends and family.

They always called you and talked to you, but it just wasn’t the same. You haven’t been doing well either — you’ve been depressed and homesick. You were normally going to work, coming home, and sleeping. Your boyfriend and friends knew that — so they arranged something as soon as possible.

One rainy afternoon — you had gotten home from work. You were exhausted and upset. You had nothing better to do besides sit on the couch and shove spoonfuls of ice cream in your mouth while playing with your cats — that was until you heard your doorbell ring. You assumed it was a package or something…

After a while — it kept ringing and ringing… so you got up and went to go open the door, but as you did — you saw your boyfriend — holding food and cups of coffee. Your friends and family would be getting there on the weekend but he came sooner. He knew you were having a rough time… so he came as soon as possible.