You feel it the most on those fast drives...when you look out the window of the backseat, only to see the blur of trees just barely touched by autumn's remnants; hues of bright red and faded yellows. The car slows down sometimes, in which cases you get the chance to appreciate the obscured skyline--mountains and hills blended into the milky-grey of the clouds. Every few moments as your eyes scan the narrow cliffs barricading the road, you can pick out a single upcoming tree to follow with your eyes. You watch it as a solid object for a split second until it melts into the background and becomes a dream left behind. You do this with a few more chosen trees, until your brain wakes up from this conscious-hypnotic state, alarmed to hear a familiar song being played on the car radio. Your song-something shared at a certain point; something given, something chosen, something that now makes you resent the fateful outcome that has completely transposed the meaning of the melody. You loved this song. You loved each other. Now a phone call that would never be made as well as thousands of miles separated you two. Or maybe it was more than that...more miles? More radio silence? You almost ask the driver to skip the song, but something about this bittersweet sting of nostalgia beckons your wandering brain. Memories of waking up next to messy blond hair smelling of lavender and weed raid your mind. Somehow you begin thinking of the scent of those poorly made blueberry waffles you ordered when you two went to lunch. A smile begins forming across your tired face. You forget the trees, you forget the driver, you forget the still lingering fog, you forget why you let this feeling of warmth and safety ever leave you. The song draws near to its end. You try to hold onto those few final seconds. Then it hits you-was that the last time? There's a vision: him kissing you on the forehead, slowly moving in to kiss your cheek, and finally appreciating your sleepy lips. That was the last time he said those three words to your face just before he left through the hotel door. The song ends, seeming to have lasted longer than usual. You're surrounded by vibrant trees and you forget the song. You forget him. You're okay. You're happier now.
(lil excerpt of a book I've been writing or whatever but yeah)
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