Every Single Night

 I wonder if there was someone that watched us every single night.

I imagine that they would describe it like this:

He would walk her all the way back to her front door every single night. Sometimes it was at 10 pm, sometimes it was well after midnight. They would have some kind of banter going, or they would be bickering, or she would be laughing at something he said. They would talk for a few moments, and he would abruptly end the conversation, and say goodnight to her.

He always gave her these bear hugs. He would squeeze her so hard that she squealed, and then let her go. She would scan her fob, he would open the door, and then they would dap each other up. Every night, they would walk their separate ways without looking back. She would go into the building, and he would walk away. 

One night, they were outside talking for a long while. As they got closer, you could hear her protesting that she could walk herself to her own building and that it wasn't his responsibility to take her to the door anymore. All of her protests fell short. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't ensure she returned to the building safely?

Then, they slowly stopped meeting outside the building. 

Finally, there was a night when she came home alone. He didn't walk her back to her door. Instead, he left her on the sidewalk and rode away on his bike. She cried that night. She was wiping her eyes as she walked back into the building. 

-Laine Waters