It was one of those nights. Where you could just tell. You know? You could smell it in the air. In fact, the air smelled like summer. Even though it wasn't. It made her remember. Even though it was gone. But that doesn't mean I don't think about you every second of every day. It was the perfect time; the air wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm. It just was. The sun was setting, painting the sky to look like cotton candy. Shreds of baby blue and blush pink held the perfect contrast, making her wish she brought her camera. Everything around her was shadowed, the streetlights not yet shining. The last time there was a perfect night like this, was with you. She drove along, music playing from a different time. It lulled her, relaxed her, made her feel nostalgic. In a good way. She could remember the past, and smile. She could anticipate the future, and have hope. Absorbed in her thoughts, she felt like a different person. Maybe she was. Maybe, she thought as the sun slowly fell below the skyline, maybe this night was special. On a night like this, nothing bad mattered. None of the people who've hurt you, betrayed you, lied to you... none of the times you've cried yourself to sleep, wanted to die, felt helpless and alone. None of it mattered. On a night like this, fear became excitement. Loneliness didn't matter. It was one of those magical nights where you knew something good was bound to happen. Back |