It had happened again. A simple conversation that turned into a dumb argument and we had "broken" up. There was name calling, threats and the hang ups followed by me calling her back and finally both of us saying that it was over and it was fine by the both of us. It was ridiculous and not long after hanging up the phone that empty feeling gnawed its way into my gut. I loved the hell outta her but I couldn't understand why she couldn't see that. I knew that after a few days to a week would pass and she'd pop up allowing her presence to be known. I'd either get a phone call or just a random email, and she would say that she still loved me or that she missed me. And I'd open up and let her back in my heart. I couldn't shake her. Pick your cliche, "like a moth to a flame," "she's a drug and I'm addicted," whatever. All I know is how she makes me feel. No one and I mean no one has ever fit so perfectly in my arms. I honestly love just sitting and watching her, and could stare into her eyes for eternity. When she giggles or smiles its like a ray of sunshine that penetrates right through my chest and straight to my heart.
So there I sat, my closed cell phone growing colder in my hands.
I felt helpless. She wouldn't answer her phone again and there was no sense in emailing her because she wouldn't have responded anyway. My car had broken down months ago and not having the money to fix it left me riding the train. And the damn train didn't run this late, so I couldn't just go up and drop in. I was screwed. There was nothing else I could do tonight.
I got up from my computer and shut off the lights. Made my way upstairs took off my clothes and climbed into bed. I shut my eyes and tried to fall asleep replaying the argument over and over again.
Tap, tap, tap.
A strange noise. My eyes popped open and I rolled over and sat up in bed. My eyes began to focus and I looked at my alarm clock, 3am! Tap, tap, tap. What the hell was it? A fucking pigeon tapping at my window? No. Could somebody be knocking at my door? I climbed out from under my sheets and stumbled to the window. Cautiously I pulled back the curtain and looked down to my front door. I small slender figure was standing at the bottom of my front steps. The person was wearing a dark hoodie and glanced down the street. Could it be Charlie? The figure slowly turned and started to walk away...I turned and ran down the hall and flew down the stairs. I hit the bottom of the steps and couldn't stop; my momentum carried me into my front door. I fumbled with the lock and pulled the door open and stuck my head and shoulders through the doorway and yelled, "Hey!" at the receding figure.
They stopped. I could see them turn to look at me. They just stood there looking in my direction, the street lights and the hoodie hid their face. I still had no idea who it was. The figure shifted their weight from one leg to the other and they cocked their head to one side like a quizzical dog. What was this person doing?
I just stood there naked except for a pair of boxers, we continued to stare at each other for a minute or two longer. As if they had made up its mind the dark figure started walking towards me. That's when I knew it was Charlie, she had that walk, it was a mix of a sexy runway model walk with the proper charm school thing and she just seemed to float.
She walked with her head down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She slowly lifted her head and the street light finally shone on her face. Her eyes were slightly puffy and she had a sad look about her. She stared at me with her puppy dog eyes, "Hi," she said in her little girl voice.
"Hi." We stood for another moment just looking at each other.
"Can, I come in?"
