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here we are, the dreaded driveway.

remember after our first date when you walked me to the door? you were too nervous to kiss me even though i had been rubbing your thigh all night

or when you finally got the courage to do it? sitting right here in your old ford.

i remember the way your eyes shinned as you leaned in. i didnt expect to want it that bad.

here we are, the  damned driveway.

remember our first fight when we screamed so loud your voice cracked? you kept your fist by your side even though you wanted to smash it into my face

or when you finally broke and did it? standing right in front of the neighbors and god.

i remember the way your fist felt when it came down. i didnt expect it to hurt so bad.

here we are, that fucking driveway.

remember the first time you told me you loved me? you were being so honest even though i saw the lies in your eyes

or the last time when you whispered it so quietly i thought i was hearing things? you kept your tears at bay even though i could see them coming

i remember the way it felt to say goodbye. i didnt expect to wish you away.