i was freezing, but i didnt mind
the windows were down
i couldn’t hear him
“what?”
we were southbound
“when we hit the parkway
we are rolling the windows down and
singing along to Don’t Stop Believing”
how romantic
cinematic
he called out to the winds and said
these are the nights we are meant to live
and i believed him.
don’t stop.
god he looked so beautiful in the street
lights. i giggled as he sang
and hoped to whatever universal power that brought
us together that
this moment would last.
he’d look at me,
i knew he was looking at me
but i didn’t look. i couldn’t
look
the parkway was empty. like we were on another
plane of existence.
alternate reality.
it felt too real.
i was shivering, holding on to his strong
arm, his hand on my thigh slowly creeping
up.
“i like the way you hold my arm, it’s nice.”
he said
i was holding on a little too tight.