We sat in the front seat of his truck silently listening to the rain as we waited. I didn't know what we were waiting for, the rain to stop? Or the song to finish? It was hard to tell, but something in the air around us kept us from moving. We sat and waited until the song finished, and then we waited a little longer. Even then we didn't move, not when the rain stopped or when the sun went down. Finally he turned to me and I knew that no matter how long we sat here, we could never have waited long enough.
"Thank you." He said. "For waiting till I was okay." I shook my head.
"You were always okay. I think you just needed someone to be okay with."
He smiled and grabbed my hand.
"I'm okay." He said looking back out the front window.
"No." I replied. "We're okay."
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Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
ŞiirSomething I had to write in order to feel again.
