I wandered through the places we have come to know all these years but yet everything seems vaguely unfamiliar.
Her general fears have subsided but her kiss still feels superfluous like this moment has far exceeded both of our expectations.
And her eyes remind me of the empty highway at four am in the morning when I'm driving alone lost in my thoughts with no destination in mind.
The needle barely pushing above the designated red line but metaphorically speaking this is our relationship.
Maybe there needs to be a cliched 'Hollywood ending' but who's the intended audience?
Us or them?