I hate goodbyes.

You leave tomorrow and I hate goodbyes even if I am going to see you in [t-minus] eight days but I came to get you anyways. I kissed you hello knowing I will soon enough do the same but as that goodbye.

We were on our way to get ice cream. But at the fork I went right instead of left and you asked where we were going. I said "I don't know." like most of my replies when I can't quite think straight. Eventually we pulled into the soccer fields that take up the parts that are left of my life after you
and I told you how your smile gives me life. You giggled like you always do, smiled even wider, and brushed your hand against my face. It only for a split second but it was just short of eternity to me [but not nearly long enough]

I drove away, gas petal to the floor, and at that moment I wanted to keep pushing and run every single stop sign and every single light because at that moment I think we were invinsible.



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cue kiss goodbye

exit girlfriend.

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