The car rides singing along to the radio, dressing up and taking a million pictures. Someday they’ll all be stories and Facebook throwbacks, “remember when?”
Will we recount together over wedding receptions or will I remember alone at night wondering where you all are? Is this the beginning of forever or the start of the end? Would I enjoy it more if I knew this was it or if I knew this was how it’ll always be?
It doesn’t matter but it does. I shouldn’t care but I do. I should enjoy the moment but I can’t.
I’ve been hurt too much, left too much, hoped too much, cried too much.