On my drive home, I am overcome with an unsettling feeling, just feeling unsettled, very much so.
My mind wanders, on the now familiar road, and I think the words, "remember the feeling when you would drive home those nights?" I start most sentences in my head with "remember when", and then I do. The humiliating following conclusion was "I felt loved", and thought how despite everything that happened tonight, I felt very little at all. I felt filled then, complete, at peace, settled in something.
I feel you coming like rain, and then cry like a cloud.
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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