I wake up in bed with Arrick wrapped around me, still fully dressed, on top of the sheets, and holding me tight, with his face against my cheek. He still has his shoes on, and his suitcase is propped against the bedroom door with his jacket laid over the top. He’s asleep, and I can tell by his messy appearance that he crawled in with me as soon as he walked in the door.

I fell asleep and didn’t wake, so it’s like I only spoke to him minutes ago, when in reality, I have lost whole ...