Tiara

I want to do something crazy. I need an adventure, to get out of the monotony of my day to day. I’m sick of these faces and these streets and the expectations which come with them. I need out. So let’s go. Pick a spot on the map - it doesn’t have to be far, just out of our general sphere of influence - and let’s drive. We have all day, one Saturday, fifteen hours. Let’s get lost together for the sake of getting lost. I can’t be here right now, but I want to be with you. We can pick a Podunk town and new names and pretend we’re lovers, just married, just passing through or… maybe moving to the area. We can look at small apartments and imagine our lives there. Talk about our future children and the dog we have waiting for us back at home. Tell anyone who will listen how we met, how beautiful our wedding was, how excited we are for our life together. Let’s walk down main street - with ice-cream cones - holding hands and window shopping - picking items to furnish our home. Let’s be anyone but us, because honey, I can’t handle me right now. I want to lose myself in the rhythm of a new life, even just for a day. I know this sounds strange and cliché and a little too naïve to work, but it’s what I need right now. You have a car, I have music and a day full of conversations. Please, let’s just forget the complications. Forget graduation and the college and leaving and the future. Put the world on pause because its gotten too damn messy to deal with. Let’s have dinner in the window of an old café and watch the sun set behind the worn down buildings of our little piece of nowhere. I want to walk around and take pictures for our imaginary scrapbook. Leave our phones in the car like there is nothing we need to do and no one we have to answer to. Our lives don’t exist. And when the stars come out and we head back to reality, let’s keep up the charade. Replace topics of school and parents and the fiery nuisances that are our pasts with rental agreements and starting a family. When you drop me of at home, hug me and hold me like you don’t want to let me go. Whisper my new name and hold my face between the palms of your hands. Linger a bit too long and do not say goodbye. Tell me to have fun with my friends and that you’ll see me when I get home. Leave knowing that when the morning comes, it will be as if none of this has happened. And that’s the beauty of it. We get to be strangers to ourselves for a little while and live outside our natural timelines. When we see each other in the halls on Monday, we’ll smile, acknowledging the life we lived in those few short hours, and when you get close enough I’ll brush my fingers across your hand and whisper the name that means nothing, to no one, but us.

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