The Dream I wish to Dream

Just a couple steps and I was in his car, driving down the streets that I wanted to drive, though he was the driver and for once, I wasn't afraid of that. The lights never turned red and I took that as a sign to "Go" and to never "Stop."

We pulled up to the hill and the silence filled the car, but I'm certain he could hear my mind racing. "What's going to happen tonight?" was my overall question to myself, but I let the night write my script.

The grass was damp, so we sat on his car. He played the mix I purposely snuck in. "The night is beautiful," he said but I just looked at him. And just like a good sign, a good song came on. Coldplay's "green eyes" was now reading my heart. I couldn't help but sing along. "And I come here to talk," I pointed and sung to him, "I hope you understand." I laughed at myself, knowing how much of a fool I must look and how badly I wanted to impress him. I stretched back onto the window and let my eyes drift into the darkness. The song continued playing, "And how could, anybody, deny you?" that I whispered to myself.

Then I felt his body lean beside me and I heard his voice, "I came here with a load, And it feels so much lighter now I met you." He stared into my eyes and I didn't look away. And this was it. That moment where you know something's going to happen, without any word having to be said.




Will it happen? Will he have the courage to do it? Will she allow him to? Or will she run away? She's been down that road, and although it's a different street, it's the same situation. It's the same because it's the same promise to make. And maybe he doesn't want what she's looking for. Movies aren't reality. In most cases, the guy doesn't win the girl. And in the end, it's just echoing questions that'll never be answered.










.......................But I'm gunna let the night write my script.