30.

I couldn't help but run back to him, or rather into him, every time there was an issue at home. It's like he was watching over me, watching over my relationship, and each time there was an argument, a comment made without thinking, another issue - he was there with open arms.

And I lost myself, along with all of my problems, in him.

Samuel had gotten in much later that night than I did, and said he had grabbed coffee with his friends while they were finishing up the project he had been working on for a while now. It seemed as if all that was important to him now was that damn project, and I was only there to fill the empty apartment throughout his absence.