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We're standing in the pouring rain, but I don't think either of us notice it. Its time for goodbye, but neither of us want to leave. Unfortunately, I'm the one going to be doing the leaving. I'm the one who has to say goodbye, why you stay here and continue to live your life, without me. The cab driver is getting impatient. I hailed his yellow cab almost ten minutes ago, and we're still standing here, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the rain. I think you're crying too, but I can't really tell in the darkness and the light from the street-lamps glints off the raindrops on your face so if you're crying, well, its hard to tell. You pull me close for one last hug, wrapping your arms around me, holding me tight. The time we had together felt like it would never end, and I didn't want it to. The cab driver hollers out the window at me, telling me to hurry up or he's leaving. I pull away reluctantly, wishing I could stay forever, but I'm expected back home. I stand on my tip-toes and kiss you hard, like I've wanted to since the beginning, but never had the courage to. Now, in our last moments, I finally find my courage but I think its probably too late. “I have to go.”
“I know you do. But I don't want you to.”
“Neither do I. But I can't stay.” I sob
“Shhh. It's okay, angel. We'll be okay. I promise”
“Promise? I thought you didn't want any promises.”
“I don't want any from you. The only thing I wanted was you to be honest with me. To talk to me. That's it. I don't want you to promise me anything, because I don't think I'm worth those promises. But I can promise you, because you are worth it to me.”
“But you're worth it to me...”
“I don't deserve it babe. I don't deserve any of this, I don't deserve you.”
“But...” You stop what I'm going to say by kissing me again and I can't help but kiss you back, pouring all my desperation, all my passion, and my aching heart into that kiss. The cab driver honks his horn, you pull away a drop your arms from around me.
“You should go, angel.”
“But...”
“No. You need to go.”
“I don't want to leave you.”
“But you have to.”
“I don't want to.” I reach out for you, but you stop me.
“Go.” I step backwards. “Please.” you beg me. “You have to go now. I'll talk to you later. I promise.”
“But its not the same.”
You smile a little. “No, no its not. But its all we can have at this point. Now go.” you push me towards the cab and I run towards it, swinging open the door and sliding in, sobbing the entire way. I don't want to leave. But you're right. I have to, I can't stay. I slam the door behind me, buckling my belt and look out the window, waving slightly. You lift your hand in farewell. I gaze out the window intently, trying to etch every part of you into my memory, but the rain on the cab window is distorting your face. I roll the cab window down, ignoring the driver's protests. I blow you a kiss and holler out the window “I love you!” You smile sadly and wave back. “I love you too...” are the last words I hear from your lips as the cab driver pulls away from the sidewalk and out into the night traffic. I roll up the window as you become nothing more than a silhouette under the street light my mind flashing through the last week, we talked about so much...you, me, life, death, family, the future...we had so much fun, shared so much, and I know that these memories are ones that I will always have, always look back on with tenderness, always wish I could relive. I slip my headphones on, music already playing and sing along in my head as you disappear into the night...“Once last glance from a taxi cab, images scar my mind, for weeks felt like years, you said your attention was all mine, the night was young and so were we, talked about life, God, death and your family, didn't want any promises, just my undivided honesty...”
Idea I got while working today...based off of Anberlin's song Dismantle.Repair...
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OpheliaSophronia Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2009
Love this song, and I love this writing. XD It actually made me really, really sad. Beautiful.
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Bold-Firedrake Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2009  Professional Photographer
thanks. yeah its one of my favorites too...and yeah, i was sad while writing it...i almost was crying xD
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OpheliaSophronia Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2009
Honestly, I almost cried reading it. XD My favorite part is the chorus, though. . .

Hands like secrets are the hardest things to keep from you
Lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (Repair)
You dismantle me, you dismantle me
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Bold-Firedrake Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2009  Professional Photographer
oh..really? i think that's a good thing..i was trying for it to be bittersweet...
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OpheliaSophronia Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2009
You hit it dead on. XD Very nice.
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Bold-Firedrake Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009  Professional Photographer
oh. good. i actually got what i was aiming at ^.^
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