A quick kiss and I board the jeep, to some place called home--yet now I'm not sure it still is, a slight shift in the gravity of the situation changing my entire meaning system. I let a slight wave of euphoria wash me over first, to sweep away the sadness that threaten to destroy my composure.
I didn't look back to see what your reaction was; I was never good at partings. It's the uncertainty of the wait 'til our next meeting--the days in between, when most of the time I stand alone--that frightens me, and scares me more than the chaos threatening to escalate in the streets.
And this, nearly a sappy love story.
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