I loved you for six years, from the age of 18 to 24. But we grew weary of each other through frequent arguments, and just as a sandcastle collapses under a single large wave, our love eventually failed to bear the weight of the emotions we had built up.

It has been four months since that breakup. Upon receiving a sudden text that you've come to my house, I grab my coat and head out without a second thought.

Approaching you as you sit on the bench in front of the house, I drape my coat over your shoulders. I sit down beside you, suppressing my emotions and pretending to be blunt.

Why are you here? It's cold out.