They tell me it wasn't my fault. But I know what they don't. I was there. And I can't stop thinking about how it could have been. How it should have been.
If you hadn't waved goodbye. If you hadn't told me you loved me. How different might it be now?
You turn, wave.
'Did I ever tell you I love you?'
I'm laughing. You're grinning. It's perfect. All we care about is each other. We've got forever, you and I. I open my mouth to tell you that you're an idiot, but I love you anyway, and I always will.
Neither of us sees the car.