I'm in my car listening to you tell me it's ok, that you didn't mind, as I apologize for all our serious conversations. You have such a calming cadence when you talk. Even now I don't think you realize just how much you've helped me over the past two weeks. You were the signs of the coming spring in my prolonged winter of discontent. Perhaps this time the sun will actually come and stay.
I'm in my car driving you 'home'. I'm sad, but all that comes out is laughter and smiles. I should be telling you how much I'll miss you, but right now we're just making the same types of jokes as we always do. I can't tell if we're delaying anything.
I'm in my car in front of your sister's apartment hugging you and it may be going on for too long, but neither of us are letting go. I kiss the top of your head, your hair brushes against my lips. I always envied its silkiness when we were kids. I promise I'll come and visit you, but for now I'll just hug you and lay my cheek against your head.
I'm in my car stalling, watching you enter the complex as I flip through my mp3 player. I should be playing something melancholic yet calming. It would fit so well with the situation. Instead I'm driving out of the parking lot, laughing, and blasting 'Tootsee Roll' by 69 Boyz at 7am.