It was an early evening day when I was down on the carpet floor just staring at the ceiling. To my right I saw my cellphone, black as it is with a silly display picture and an obnoxious ringtone. My phone was so quiet, it didn’t want to ring, as much as I asked it to, it didn’t want to ring.

I turned to my left to see the front door, just as silent, only staring back, like I was expecting it to do some loud knocking sound. It just waited there.

That’s how it was for a while, I lied down on the floor and stared. I thought she would be late, I expected as much, but I still wanted to wait. So I waited.

After many days and nights, one sudden thought made me understand how, in my eyes, she was never going to be late if she ever came back. The problem didn’t lie on whether she would or wouldn’t come back a day late; the problem was that since the beginning I was waiting for her a minute too long.

That’s when I grabbed my car keys and left.