A deep love rocks you to your core. You feel it physically in your bones. It makes you tingle, hyperventilate, cry, laugh, shake.
I wanted to go back to when he proposed. It’s impossible, as we sold the car years ago. Another memory gone, without realizing I was selling it away. Back then we were going to be forever, so it didn’t matter where or how he proposed. Back then it only mattered that at the start of every day, and the end of every night we were alright.
I was in the passenger seat of the Pathfinder, he was driving. We were planning to go our separate ways. He was heading home, I was going to meet up with my family. A few blocks from his apartment, he mentioned maybe we should make things more permanent. It was an off handed comment, yet sort of a question. I remember he said it as if he were afraid of the answer. I had to ask to make sure I understood what he was saying. Back then we completed each others sentences.
How could I not have noticed how it’s always been? What if I hadn't completed the sentence, played dumb, would things be different now?
Was he always just along for the ride?
I can't think anymore, it hurts...I have to stop
