Two weeks changed everything. My thesis was done. And I realized the person I should have loved had been there the entire time.
"Done," Dave said. He hit the Enter key with dramatic flair, sending the final PDF file to my thesis advisor’s email. The laptop screen flashed a notification: Message Sent.
Silence settled over the coffee shop in Cikini, which was starting to empty out. The clock showed 11:00 PM. The barista in the corner was already cleaning the espresso machine.
"Done?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.
"Done, Cell," Dave closed my laptop gently. He took off his reading glasses and massaged the bridge of his sharp nose. He had faint dark circles under his eyes. Proof that he had stayed up all night with me for three days straight. "You just have to wait for the defen
