I was driving around in my Skylark with my ex-boyfriend in the back seat, he was completely silent and somewhat solemn the whole time. playing in the car was a warped mixed tape that would fade in and out, a soundtrack of all of the songs we’ve loved dearly and have been important to our relationship (including Sigur Ros’s “Hoppipolla” and Lifehouse’s “You and Me”) looking out the window as I drove, we passed all of the really memorable moments from our five years together, form when I first saw him, to when we found out we both liked each other, to our first kiss, and random other cute things. as time went by, i would periodically glance back at him, he was stone-faced and despondent, seemingly unmoved by the stream of sweet, sweet memories. eventually we got to the night when we broke up, and with tears streaming down my face i turned around, and he was gone. left in his place was nothing but a single flower (gerber daisy, specifically) with all but one petal taken off. I held it and plucked off the one last petal and in my mind said “he loves me” and then I woke up.
