Part 6: Whatever Happened to Romance?

In my university days, I don't remember needing as much sleep as I require now. I do, however, remember one particular night in the dorms: around 1:00 in the morning, I heard a loud crack against my darkened window. My heart rate rapidly increased, but I wrote it off as either sleep deprivation or the over-exertion of my brain (I was, after all, studying for Chem 257: Intermediate Chemistry for Biochemists).

But it happened again - Crack! That time couldn't have been my overactive imagination.

I walked over to my second-story window and opened it. A rush of cold November air hit my face. It was freezing outside. There, on the ground floor stood Noah, wearing a black zip-up hoodie and jeans. He was holding a guitar. As soon as he saw my face appear in the window, he started to strum, and a few moments later he began to sing.

I saw my neighbors' lights begin to turn on, and, giggling with delight, I whispered that he should probably come up to my room before the RA awoke.

We stayed up talking that night until 4:15 in the morning - only then did we realize how late (early) it was, and we both had classes in the morning. I walked him to the door, and we hugged - really hugged - goodnight.