Doors Opening and Closing I pulled up to the door of her apartment building and got out quickly so I could open the door for her. It was our first date but it wasn’t awkward; there hadn’t been many unnerving silences the whole evening. She fumbled in her pockets for her keys, found them, and asked if I would walk her to her apartment door.

The elevator rose slowly. She asked me what I was thinking, and I told her that I was thinking about kissing her. Before she could react, though, I confessed that I wouldn’t, that I would wait. With an intimate appeal in her eye, she moved into my shadow and looked up at me. “Don’t wait,” she said. I didn’t.

The elevator doors opened. As she unlocked her apartment door, she asked if I wanted to come inside. I wanted to, very much, but decided not to. Relationships have a way of burning out quickly when you rush them. Before turning around to leave, I reached into my jacket and took out a CD that I made for her featuring songs that I thought she might like. She thanked me, closed the door, and I walked over to the elevator to wait.

I heard a door click open and she ran out and threw her arms around me. She said that one of the songs I put on the CD was her favourite. She kissed me with a profound passion, and when the elevator doors slid open, I waited for the next one.  ¶ 8:23 PM