They never meant it to get as far as it did, but now it's beginning to get out of their control. She was young, he thought, someone who he shouldn't be falling for, but he had. He should have kept what they had before, friends with the possibility of benefits, but it advanced beyond that. He had to wryly admit to himself that he had fallen for her. It wasn't exactly an easy thing to admit to himself, mostly because he knew that the reality of them being together was damn near impossible. He lit the tip of his Camel Menthol Light and turned on his Ipod, and walked from her building, thinking about three hundred things at once. His mind is swirling, he wants to be angry, he wants to be upset, but he's not. He respects every choice she has made and without a single glance back, he knows she is watching him from the window.
He gets to his car, pulls the ticket from the windshield, and tosses it in the backseat. He sits there for what seems like an hour, just listening to the songs randomly playing from over one hundred various artists. He slides his key in the ignition and feels the car surge beneath him. Pulling away from her building, he still doesn't look back because he knows that if he does, he would go back to her, question her, asking her if she feels anything near what he feels. Turning on the thruway, he knows he made the right choice. The music turns up higher and the wind whips across his face, trying to forget the way she makes him feel, but he doesn't want to. They still have some kind of connection, they both know it, and only time can tell where it takes them. He has the best intentions for her and her peace of mind, and he knows that she knows this. He smiles as the knowledge rests deep in his mind and decides to keep his own peace to make sure that she realizes he supports her, even if their affair comes to an end.
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