Words I Wish Could Be Unwritten...

The rain from this afternoon was slowly drying. Slowly because it was night now and the cooling exhaust from another spent day was whispering away its body heat. The window was half-open to let in the breeze. He walked quickly about, performing his damn rituals—making sure the shoes were correctly lined under his bed, peeking out with their shoelaces, dusting what he could. Correcting his life. He spread his hand along the comforter, easing out the crinkles, thinking how she was probably just getting out her class and the rain had stopped. This was good timing because she didn’t have an umbrella that he knew of and now she wouldn’t have to wait in the rain. Any moment she’d be calling him and he’d go there to pick her up. Sitting there on the steps of the science building, having a good smoke, she’d spot him and put it out, crushing out the stagnant daydream. Her backpack, stuffed with books, would gain momentum from her hurried jog and slightly affect her ability to jog in the first place.

A smile would filter through the fogged glass.

Forgot to unlock the passenger door! But his body is much faster, running on some sort of better instincts, already straining against the seatbelt to pop the lock. The timing happens to be perfect, for just as his pinched fingers fall back the door is thrown open. And just like that she is here with him, deep in the shadows of this college street, listening to the music on the radio. The car smells damp inside, but it does not make a difference; the ride is short. Nestled in this moving car, they talk in spurts, reflecting the day. It wouldn’t be considered anything special to them, this quiet fragment of their relationship, just something that they did when they were together, at least not on a conscious level, for he definitely felt the accumulation of. . .what? A life? No, even if that were true it would be too much of a cliché for him to ever accept. Maybe it was something in him that fears abandonment, he . . . no, that’s another cliché. He was terribly afraid that she would eventually leave, that somehow it would all come apart.

He loved her.

That said; they parked at the back of his house and made their way up towards his immaculate room, fresh from the air from opened windows.