The wait

It’s 5:30 pm. He should be coming home soon. I am waiting for him by the window. I plant myself by the window everyday at this time, waiting for him.

He has recently rented out our basement apartment and moved in a few weeks back. Yes, it has been only a few weeks, but I am already addicted to him. I know ‘addicted’ is a very strong word, but I cannot think of any other word for him. From the first time I saw him, I felt an instant connection – the sort of connection that does not have any explanation. ...