The way we lie on the pavement, with you looking at me at the corner of your eye, and me pretending not to notice.
The endless car drives we have, with random radio tunes for company, driving with no particular destination in mind.
The number of times you escaped from the office to indulge in dessert breaks.
The way we always talk about everything and nothing.
I love every single moment, but not in the way you want me to.
Take care and take flight.
