We sat on the couch and grasped. We held hands and arms and faces. We held each other and looked, taking the other in for long lengths at a time.
“I hope I didn’t ruin your life,” she said.
“What? You didn’t ruin my life. You made it so much better.”
“… It’s kind of weird then. That this is happening.”
I shook my head. I didn’t have the right words or any words.
When we got to the door she said, “Bye,” quietly.
I said, “Bye,” too, in the strangest way I’ve ever said the word.
We smiled painfully for each other.
She closed the door and once more we mouthed “bye” through the glass with little waves of our hands.