It was past 6 PM when I pulled up at her apartment.

She was at the entrance, like she'd been waiting for me. The second she spotted me, she ran, and I barely had the door shut before she was in my arms. I held her tight, buried my face in her hair, breathing in that floral scent that always pulled me back together.

"I missed you," I murmured against her temple.

"I missed you too." She said, small and muffled against my chest.

We just stood there, holding each other, breathing each ...