tonight was the third time that i saw you.

i saw you in a parking lot this time, but not before you saw me and my white shoes (you know them well, by now) sticking out the driver’s side window.

you’re reluctant but eager, and that’s nothing new.

you smiled at me, you tilted your head to the left like you do, i hopped in. we started moving forward. and the truck started moving backwards.

a confession: i was excited to see you. you’re exciting, i suppose.

i looked at you more than usual today. i watched you drive. that’s funny, because the scenery was better than it ever has been with you. you were showing me your land, your home, and i’m grateful you did.

it really was beautiful.

forget the ‘sensual nightmares’ as you called them

the pittering, the skitching, yes i made those words up, the gravel flung into the underbelly of your truck

the one we ‘sit’ together in.

winding roads brought us closer as they had before. things ended (or intermission-ed) in much the same way. well, maybe that’s an unfair way to put it, because it was so so different this time. it was longer, it was better, i enjoyed it more.

i did enjoy it more.

i said your name.

you kissed me lightly afterward.

we

waited

to leave

some.

i have a feeling that neither one of us are really great at waiting. i have a feeling that neither one of us is really all that patient. i have a feeling that neither one of us is really good at giving up control.

but who cares. summer flings don’t last until the fall, and i like things how they are. really, i like things just as they are, and i’ll continue to

enjoy

things as they are.

so let’s keep on going, squirt. (what else would your anonymous name be, like)

let’s keep holding hands as you drive.

let’s keep looking over at each other.

let’s keep grinning to the side.

let’s keep sharing music and moments

and time

and let’s have an amazing fucking summer.

shall we?