He took me to dinner on a Tuesday night. A rather “hole in the wall” kind of place most people would pass over without a second glance.

I look at him from across the table with a smile, wondering what I did that lead up to us being here together. We speak of life and love over 3 courses and a bottle of wine.

Leaving the restaurant, I realized that the stars look to the moon with as much awe and wonder as your eyes to mine. As you open the passenger side door and help me in, I realize that I can take care of myself but you make me want to love myself as well.

We talk of lust and death on the way home over gas station coffee and cigarettes. As I marvel at the smoke you exhale dancing in the glow of the headlights, I realized that no matter how much you love someone, they can still find a way to slip through your fingers.