on the drive home I couldn't tell you what she had said what she had written or what I had written what she said about her feelings or her wishes for our connection going forward
It was a beautiful day, the sun shined through her apartment and across her table in a way I had never seen before and as I left she was playful in a way I could only relate to that first night
I loved her and couldn't yet process that she did not love me romantically









