Love Drifts and Dives Again
Language: en
In the fifth year of my relationship with Alice Zinberg, we had another argument. She grabbed her keys and stormed out, once again choosing the silent treatment. I sat quietly on the sofa, fuming for a while, then scrolled through short videos, chuckling heartily. Around 2 AM, I was woken by my phone. Alice's voice on the other end was icy enough to freeze water: "I've been out here all this time, and you haven't called me once?" It was then I awkwardly remembered she was still out there, wandering in the freezing cold. I apologized, "Uh, why don't you... just not come back? Let's just…