She said: “I’ve got a full tank of gas, just in case this weather…”

The statement preluded a long drawn sigh, that even across the digital expanse of airwaves said it all.  Spoke volumes of her wanting me to call.  Not to show up or knock, but to call her.  Bring her running to me.  Her need to feel wanted.  Beckoned.

Eager to be held.  Eager to be pleased.

“You should be here on a night like this.”

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