Even though I don’t want to, tears start to well up in my eyes when I realize that I miss hearing his voice. It’s ridiculous, he has only been gone for a couple of days and here I am, crying just by reading a text message from him. I take out my headphones and then I make myself comfortable in the bed as I open the music file he sent. The gentle sound of a piano greets me and my heart skips a beat when I think about the fact that he played this just for me. It’s almost as if he is here with me right now and it makes me feel safe and less lonely, I think to myself as I slowly close my eyes. That night, I fall into a happy sleep while listening to Richy’s piano. Today, Richy is finally coming back home. For the past two weeks, I have been listening to his piano every night before going to bed, and I know the melody by heart. I’m walking back and forth in the hallway as I wait for him to come home. My heart is racing with anticipation and I wish time could go by faster. Then, I finally hear the sound of the front door opening and I quickly make my way there. “Welcome home, Richy!” I smile at him when he walks into our apartment and then I bounce into his open arms. He gives my body a squeeze, and I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest. “Haha, I’m home.” He repeats with a happy laugh. “Yeah, welcome home.” I nuzzle my face against him and he tightens his hold on me. “That’s good, I would be heartbroken if you said that you didn’t miss me!” He says in a cheerful voice as he softly strokes my back. “I missed you too.” He whispers as he buries his face in my hair.
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