You & me taking the Buick. Perry`s „Faithfully“ in Delilah`s „We support our troops afternoon greeting“. Three quarters & a couple of dimes for the bridge, sky turning from blue to red. First stop at the golden „M“, 3 country tour succesfully finished. Watching your unhealthy use of „Carmex“, one buck each, who could resist, followed by your fairy smile. Chatting about the right usage of shoes for the green in North Carolina and the real one in Chesterfield. „Iam gonna win this time…your lips close, thrilling whisper and a shot of „Deep Red“. „If i let you…“ knowing the only way of defeating you is cheating.
Cheating, our shared fear. I should know you would never hurt me in this certain way, but doubts remain. And me…I know you sense it. „Bette`s Beaches“ playing now. Remembering our first encounter when february was running out of days.
80 more miles. Both not knowing what to expect, „The creek, the trial, the beach, Kippis room…“. It should have forged something to endure. What it did was turning every less intense moment afterwards into nothing. 10 days in exchange for a future.
09:30 p.m. Waiting for one of the Outer Banks sunsets, the „Brothers memorial“ still in sight. Waves withdrawing, rushing again. Dont remember when the sleep finally catches me. Guess it were these days when the longing started.
