We sat in the car, I sat shotgun. Holding a cup of lemonade that we just got from a beverage store nearby.
What's your favorite movie? He asked. What do you usually watch?
I know he was expecting the name of a movie I'd like to watch, or maybe the actors of them. But I wanted to say my favorite movie is when I watch him drive aimlessly in the highway and blasting out pop music. I wanted to say my favorite movie is to watch him laugh endlessly when we're talking about our silly, childhood memories. The ones when he told me he used to be the naughtiest kid in class he ran away from school. I wanted to say I love to watch him kissing the top of my hand while rolling my sleeves up, and then up to my neck and finally lips.
I wanted to say that I love watching him more than movies. How do I say he is the actor of this movie we called love? That even when he sleeps, it's such a beautiful scene to watch.
The Notebook, I told him.
YOU ARE READING
6 am
Poetry6 am is a collection of poems about the worst kind of pain a heartbreak serves. This is the poem to all the lovers that went wrong and too confused to describe how they feel out there.
