White pot with daisies.

I sat there in the passenger seat of you car, up on Aspen Hills, the only place that is ours. You know my nervous habits, I hate that. I couldn't stop fiddling with my fingers until you got annoyed and held my hands together. You told me to stop being so nervous. I really couldn't help it. I was trying to be strong for the both of us, I think you secretly were too. It felt good to catch up, make small talk while your favorite Beatles songs played in the backround. You had a moment of weakness when the quick breeze blew my perfume towards you, I heard it in your voice after you made a small comment about it, it filled up your head with something you clearly did not want. As for now, I'm just here, and so are you, and maybe in the future it will be we.