The day dragged. We were sitting on the couch awkwardly, both coming to terms with our goodbye. I don’t remember what we were talking about. I felt like a powerless ant, the victim of God’s Magnifying glass and cruel humor. I know…melodramatic. She was going home. I was going home. I felt like I was ruining whatever moment was happening between us, by thinking so cynically. I felt stupid. I convinced myself that the whole week I was being delusional, thinking that this meant anything. The whole situation was so far removed from normalcy that it wasn’t real. “what do you think?” she asked. It caught me off guard. “wait, what?” She laughed. And asked to see my hand. She held it. We were still. You could hear the water moving outside. Her phone rang. It was her cab. We stood. She said something. I kissed her cheek. She left.