Yes love I am really here.

I had been standing in the freezing cold for quite a while when my phone buzzed, "just showered" "where are you?". "Look out of your window!" I typed swiftly, fingers numbed from the cold. The curtains from the first unit of the second floor drew open and you were there, squinting out of the window into the dark, trying to make sense of my silhouette. Then it hit you, I was the shadow in the carpark. Like an excited child, you came running out of the apartment, down the flight of stairs, into the cold dark Sunday night, and you jumped onto me, throwing your arms around my shoulders. I hugged you real tight, it has been too long since I last felt your embrace. Yes love I am really here.