You and I have been dating since we were 21, the two of us being older now, working our respective jobs, living in separate apartments, although we mostly spent the night at each others place together whenever we’d get the chance, always being together if it wasn’t for work or family events getting in the way.

It was a late night, I had finished my work at my job an hour ago, and as the clock his 10pm, I finally sat down on the couch, turning the TV on, feeling cozy in my pyjamas, a cup of cocoa in my hand, prepared to doze off halfway through whatever movie I’d put on… Until..

I heard a slurry of knocks on my apartment door, followed by a familiar, yet tipsy-sounding giggling on the other side.