He said he’s taking me someplace special. Said it’s because he loves me, and the place we’re going is for lovers.
The next day, he packs our bags, puts them in the trunk, and off we go.
I have no idea where we’re going. What I do know, however, is that I don’t love him.
Nonetheless, I sit in the passenger seat, close my eyes, and go along for the ride. Maybe once we get there, I’ll feel what he feels. Maybe love will find me there.
Maybe it won’t.
Either way, he will never know.
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