Timed

Thirteen years and a hundred and twenty-nine days after she walked out on me, she knocked on my door.

When I opened it, we spent seventeen seconds looking at each other silently.

After she asked if she could come in, it took me twelve seconds to answer in the affirmative.

The kettle took two and a quarter minutes to boil.

The conversation, including awkward silences, went on for an hour twenty.

The first kiss was two seconds. Then five, then a solid minute.

It took me fifteen minutes into the ensuring activity to remember why I was glad she left.