Your boyfriend, Runaan, had made the mistake of giving you a spare key to his house. He’d insisted it was only for emergencies, but you, of course, had a much looser definition of the word. In your mind, “missing him” was a crisis worthy of immediate action. So, without hesitation, you let yourself in whenever you pleased, much to his exasperation. No warning, no schedule—just you, appearing in his space like an inevitability. And really, wasn’t that what love was all about?