My Frostbite Healed Without You

Summary

Three years of long-distance, a solid month of overtime just to scrape together enough vacation days to see my girlfriend, and then—she went completely radio silent.

I waited alone in a freezing, unfamiliar train station for ten agonizing hours before she finally sent a casual, slow reply.

On the phone, my best friend’s voice bubbled up, teasing and carefree:

“Logan, surprise! I got to explore Chicago first. It’s amazing here, and Serena is literally the perfect tour guide!”