We did such normal mundane couple things together.
We walked through Habitat for Humanity looking for a coffee table, and I commented on things that would or wouldn't fit the room, and all the cute little things I liked.
We drove to Greenville to get an air conditioner and got caught in a downpour, both of us highly uncomfortable with how little we could see.
We chatted about our families and the wild things we did as teenagers.
He went and picked up **** from his friend and on the way back to his house it began raining again.
He let the windshield get completely covered with water and we laughed at how risky it was.
I covered my eyes with my hands, laughing, saying oh my god, I can't look.
When we got back we smoked 2 joints and continued talking about our younger selves, and how I was sad to move.
When I asked him a question about what made him slow down and become more reserved he paused for a long time, I could tell he was debating on how to answer until he said,
"I don't know if I want to tell you yet."
I said, that's totally fine. There are things about me I don't want you to know yet either.
It was getting late and I knew I should go so we walked outside together and he hugged me.
I drove home feeling like I was leaving one life and going back to another.
And I really didn't want to.