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I lay with my head on his shoulder breathing in the night air from the slightly rolled down windows. “What’s it like to be in love?”
“Uhhhh…”
I could feel his body tense beneath me so I thoughtfully added, “I’m not asking as a prelude. I’m just curious.” He relaxed scratching his arm.
“Well it’s painful to say the least. Why do you ask?”
“Because I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. Well that’s to say I must not have since people always say that you know if you have. I’m starting to wonder if I’m even capable.”
“Of course you’re capable. And I’m sure you probably have been in love it just didn’t last.”
I wiggled trying to make myself more comfortable. “Oh that’s even better.”
Detecting my sarcasm he asked, “What’s wrong with that?”
“Well if it ever happens again I might as well keep it to myself. What exactly am I suppose to tell a person?” I kept my eyes on night blanketed trees. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you though I wish for you not to return the feeling as it is fleeting. I’m telling you because I’m trying to live each day as though it were my last and that means no regrets, no words unspoken. This love, it will fade but I will always care for you. You see my heart is not worthy to give.”
“That’s a mouthful.” We both indulged in a brief laugh. A few moments of silence passed before either of us spoke again. “Well it’s the truth and that’s all anybody can ask for. I’d rather have that than the promise of forever when you know it can’t be done. Then again you can only chalk up so much to the past.”
I let out a small yawn. “True. Maybe it was fleeting because it wasn’t meant to last.”
“There ya go. Possibly.” Closing my eyes I listened intently as he changed the subject.
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