It was a rainy day; the sky was grey and filled with large, dark clouds. Teardrops were tapping on my window. Meanwhile, I was writing a historical paper about the French Revolution which I had to hand in next week. Suddenly the bell rang. Unwillingly, I stood up and opened the door. And that’s where I was completely caught off guard. Out of the blue, he stood there. Like nothing had happened. ‘‘Please, Susan. Can I come in?’’ He said monotonously. Raindrops – or were it teardrops? – were rolling down his cheeks. Both his hair and clothes were soaked. ‘‘Of course’’ I whispered confused while letting him in. I just couldn’t say more. Many thoughts crossed my mind. What is he doing here?  How many times have I tried to contact him while it stayed quiet on the other side? I know his parents aren’t in their right mind, but Paul could have done something at least. It always seemed like he let it all pass by, like it meant nothing. I hated him therefore. I told him to follow me and to take place in my living room. As he sat down, a long awkward silence came about. Then he broke the silence and a flow of words came out of his mouth. He didn’t stop talking for half an hour. When he finished, silence returned and I could only bring out the letter ‘o’. I needed time to let it all sink in and clear my mind. Finally I said ‘So now you can do everything you want?’’ ‘’Not really’’, he answered, ‘’but now they can’t control me anymore. And they sure can’t prohibit me from loving you.’’ ‘’You still want to be with me’’, I murmured, not very sure whether it was a question or a statement. ‘’I want nothing more’’ he said timidly. And that’s when I fell in love with him for the second time. We talked a lot that evening, as though we had to catch up all the conversations over the last three years. Finally, it was time for him to go, as he stood up, he invited me to the party of our student community, which was next Saturday.

-Susan-