He left on a Tuesday morning.
I knew because he texted me at 6 AM: Flying to New York for a few days. Business stuff. Miss you already.
I stared at the message, still half-asleep, feeling sad about him leaving. Missing someone after one night apart shouldn't be possible. We'd been separated for five years, why was I suddenly bothered about three days?
But apparently, my traitorous heart didn't care about logic.
Me: Safe flight.
Enzo: That's it? Just "safe flight"?
Me: What do you want me to say?
Enzo: That you'll miss me too.
I bit my lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Me: Have a good trip, Enzo.
Enzo: Stubborn woman.
Me: You knew what you were getting into.
Enzo: Yeah. And I'd do it all over again.
I threw my phone across the bed before I could type something ridiculous
