I would call him late at night saying, "go for a drive with me." Love songs would be playing quietly, the street lights briefly illuminating his fingers as they traced mine. Those were our moments, where we found each other. We always found each other in the dark. His breath on my neck and his fingers wrapped around my heart, he had me. Then the music would end, his hand would lose mine, the silence would be so loud it hurt. We always found each other in the dark but I just wanted him to love me in the light.
