One of my favorite movies and my favorite scene! ;3
We sat in front of my house in your car trying to keep warm from the brisk cold winter air. I held your cheek in the palm of my hand and rubbed my thumb against the scruff I yearned to have against my own cheek and you sat there looking at me with eyes that said Don’t let me go, don’t let us go, but I couldn’t seem to hear you, or didn’t want to or it in the same gentle manner I held your face. Maybe that was my way of saying I have to, it’s for the best like I was a child who was for the first time trying to understand that things can’t always go my way. And so I held back, my tears, my heart, my bitter remarks — but my insides always trembled in quiet disagreement.
Now all I have are these fading memories and I can’t wait for them to be all gone.
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