the art of loving you

seventy one.

ACT ONE

enter, me, you.

gray morning car ride to school.

one hand on the wheel, the other on a coffee cup.

you are sat beside me, finger tracing lines of text in the book on your lap.

you: i hate physics.

me: this is why you shouldn't study the day of your test.

you, with an eye roll: that's rich, coming from you.

me, smirking: i do my work in a timely manner.

you snort, and roll your eyes again.

the sun rises slowly over the trees; pink and orange and yellow.

it's amazing, i think.

how peace can come after weeks of turmoil.

how i can find this peace with you.

i pull into my parking spot, and you shift.

you: i want to ask you something.

me, frowning: shoot.

you: did you really love me?

CURTAIN CLOSE

a/n: 4 more parts! D: