Katarina's

      I stood in the kitchen, my eyes glued to the front door.      „Come back“, I thought and begged in my mind over and over again.      I've waited and waited, every night I've been expecting the lock to turn, then I started leaving the door unlocked, risking everything, but I had told him many times that I would risk everything for him, and now I am doing exactly that - every night – for him, for his return – risking it all.      I've been waiting, leaning against the sink, staring at the door; so much so that I've started hating the brown of it. I was tempted to repaint, considered changing the door entirely because it was making me sick, dizzy, but if by any chance he stumbles upon this street, takes a look at my building, decides that it's time to go back, it's time to go home, and he stands in front of the door which wouldn't look the same if I changed it entirely or just a little bit, he might not recogni...