the cold wind hits my face as i leave the café.

i could see veritgo, smiling
as she says bye and walks
the opposite way of him.

i look away with a sudden ease
and relief that tonight was over.

as i walk down the street, holding
my jacket in the crook of my arm.

i was shivering uncontrollably but
for no reason in particular, i refused
to allow myself to put my jacket on.

i then suddenly hear
a thud behind me.

the clank of some keys echo.

"do you need a ride?"

his voice i recognized.

"no thanks." i say.

"why not?" he asks.

"not a good idea." i reply.

"yes it is." he replies back.

i didn't know which
was making me shiver
worse, the cold or the
knowledge of knowing
he was in my presence.

"please..." he says.

"okay." i say, hesitantly.

i follow him to his car.
it was the very same car before.

i smell the familiar scent
and a memory flashes in
my mind.

"i hope you didn't feel like
the third wheel tonight." he says.

i shake my head.
"it's okay." i whisper.

"i am so glad you're okay." he says.

i look over at him with
a confusion that i couldn't
quite understand.

"here's your house." he says, stopping in the driveway.

"thank you." i say, my hand reaches for the door.

as soon as i open the door to step out, i then feel arms wrap around my waist.

i turn to look at him. his lips come closer and closer until they meet mine once again in so long.

i didn't understand why
but i didn't stop him.

the confusion i felt
and the flame was sparked
like an old memory.

his arms wrapped around me protectively and then he leans back.

"i'm so sorry. i didn't
mean to do that." he says, breathlessly.

my heart sinks immediately.

i breathe heavily.

he regrets it.

"im sorry. i really care about vertigo but i..i-you need to go." he says, now his hand on mine.

i could feel the confusion and the tears threatening to fall.

"why would you kiss me, then tell me you need to go?" i say, trying to hold back tears. 

"it wasn't meant to happen." he says, looking away from me.

rage entered me.

"come inside." i demand.

he looks at me.

"what did you say?" he asks.

"come inside with me." i say, tears thickening.

my eyes were now blurry.

he looks at me, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"please." i say.

"okay." he says, as he opens the door.

"for a moment." he assures.

i nod in agreement.

rain begins to pour.

he looks over at me, as his hair becomes drenched wet.

we run into my house, quickly.

he shuts the door.

"you're wet." he says, touching my cheek softly.

i blush at his touch.

"you mean soaked." i say, jokingly.

my hair was dripping wet, along with my clothes.

"i am too so." he says, smiling.

we stare at eachother in silence for a while.

he looks around. "it really hasn't changed much, here."

i shrug.

"nothing does, atleast for me."

he comes closer
and wraps me in a hug.

i rest my head on his shoulder, taking in his scent.

i close my eyes.

his arms move slowly to my hips, and then his eyes meet mine.

our lips touch  slowly.

his hands  grasp my face, gently.

everything felt right
and this feeling, this moment
could've healed my heart if
it only could be forever.

but i had to stop

before i made any more commitments

and left with my brokenness

once more.

i back away,
and he looks at me with sad eyes.

he walks closer,
and holds me.

"i am so sorry." he mumbles.

and i couldn't help
but to believe him.

because, he was still
my everything and
nothing could change that.

but i knew soon
he'd be gone

and that this all would just be a dream,

or an unreachable wish that could never be fulfilled.