I remember when.

You used to visit me at three in the morning.

You would send me an impatient text about how you were cold, so hurry the hell up so I could let you in. I would stumble blindly out of bed and pad soundlessly through the house to open the side door. You would mutter, "About damn time," and push past me and I would follow. You would act snide and impertinent like you didn't care, but once you stepped through that door, you would melt. It would make me smile and you'd glare at me as if I offended you. But we both knew that you had a different reason for coming.

I remember this.

Do you?