So, they'd lock themselves in the car, and stare at the stars.
They sang along with the radio.
He'd whisper in her ear, and she'd laugh at all his
jokes. Even if they were pointless. He'd grab her hand, and
he wouldn't let go; he never knew how happy it made her.
She'd rest her head on his shoulder, close her eyes, and
listen to their song as he kissed her forehead. She memorized the
touch of his lips. She never wanted to leave, and he'd give
her his jacket when she was cold. It would be 3 in the morning,
and they'd still be tangled up in their feelings. She knew he
was something special; it was different how he'd moved her.
Because, when he said, "goodbye," it felt like,
"hello." ♥
