The radio was off. White noise radiated throughout your car. The city streets looked peacefully romantic.
We were talking about nothing. We laughed at everything.
As midnight arrived, you pulled into my driveway. I was expecting a quick goodbye.
After all, you were just dropping me off. I’d probably see you next week again, but
you stepped out of your car. You stretched out your arms and looked at me.
I walked towards you, rested the side of my head on your chest, and wrapped my arms around your body.
I wish I could’ve stayed there forever. It’s funny how I felt safe in the arms of the one who tore my heart into two.
It caught me by surprise since you’ve been avoiding me ever since I told you my feelings.
I thought I had gotten over you, but sometimes I tell myself, “maybe this isn’t the end.”