The freezer opens with a gust of icy air and I grab a small container of mint chocolate chip ice cream. With a spoon in hand, I steer myself to my small bedroom and proceed to eat the little treat. I down it in a minute or so. My computer screen glows as I type furiously into the keyboard.

Buzzing in my pocket, along with the faint tune of one of the default ringtones, alerts me to a call, just as I am shutting off the computer. Just before I'm about to get ready for bed.

It's from my boyfriend.

I sigh in annoyance. He is acting like a lost puppy. Even though he's older than me. Sheesh.

Pull yourself together. I want to shout at him, in the face. To slap him into shape. Grow up.

The dancing screen flashes in my face, blinding me. It's too bright.

I press the power button and turn off the phone. The flashing disappears in a wink. I flop down onto my bed, face up.

And let loose a huge sigh.

I really don't want to see him right now. I drape my arm over my eyes.

A question pops into my head.

Then who do I really want to see?

I close my eyes as I feel tears welling up from nowhere. 

I really want to see him.