I stood with one hand on the window, the cold of the air seeping through the glass and causing a chill along my skin. There were millions of tiny dots of light sparkling from the city below. Somewhere, among all those pin pricks of light, one belonged to you. I swallowed back the lump in my throat knowing I was so close to you, yet so far away.

It had been months without a good bye. It had been months of wondering, of thinking about you and never really knowing. As soon as word came down from my office that they were transferring me to this city, I knew it was going to be an impossible move for me. Emotions of what we once had, thrown away with no explanation mingled with the need to get on with my life. Would I find that here? Would there be any chance of moving beyond you in the city you called home?

I sighed, turning from the window to the stack of moving boxes arranged around the freshly painted apartment. How long would it be before it felt like home? I opened the top box, lifting the furry jerk from her hiding place and dropping her onto the floor. At least she didn’t have emotional baggage we would need to unpack. I shooed her furry highness away from the tower of boxes and tried to distract her with a catnip mouse as I went back to the heap of boxes I would have to sort through.

When there was a knock on the door, I assumed it was the delivery driver with another shipment of my boxes. I looked around the room, wondering how many more there would be, how many more I could even fit in here. When I opened the door, my breath cut short. I had imagined over and over a chance meeting with you, but never, in my wildest dreams had I expected you at my door.