Being with you, allows me to forget about time; because it seizes to exist when we're together. My craving for you has changed, no longer do I want to be with you intimately, I just want to be with you, your presence.
How can our silly conversations in parked cars with glass Coca Cola bottles be so meaningful? Our daily conversations have become late night escapes into the world, where we drive down the street to grab mangoneadas, tacos or ice cream.
I look forward to our days together and our parked car conversations filled with ridiculous Facebook videos and sing alongs to Reggaeton. So, I ask myself "what do I see in him?" Before, I ask him "what are we?"
Even though the questions still linger in my mind after our hushed phone call, was it just me feeling this the entire time? How did he not feel what I had, did our numbered moments mean anything to him? Were they real, was it natural, was it not meant to be?
Possibly, this entire time we were a story that wasn't meant to be. A wonderful, seamless, joyful adventure with no closed captions, or written ending.
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