traffic

it smelled like young perfume, your handkerchief. it was carefully pressed, as usual, and was obviously picked specifically to suit a specific night. i didn't know where we were heading, but i was sure i can hear my heart next to my ears. i said i like surprises. i lied.

i came with my normal clothes, normal i say because yours were not. the moment you asked me out for dinner that afternoon, i had a feeling that something is going on because you, you suck at surprises. you pretend to be calm and all, but i can see your palms sweating three yards away. you say nothing's up, but your voice shakes almost like a blender bewitched. so that night, i knew something's gonna happen.

after a few steps, we reached a table at the far corner of the restaurant. you untied the blindfold and i saw blurry candles and little things that looked like rose petals. wait, they are rose petals. so okay, i think it's time to panic, i told myself. what is this all about?

but you smiled at held my hand, relax.

maybe we skipped the eating part because i can't remember putting anything in my mouth. you handed me a box, a small box of felt. DO NOT OPEN THAT YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS. but before i knew it, i was looking at something small.. and it was yellow. a small and extremely shiny yellow thing.

will you come to forever with me?

*beep beep*

the black Corolla honked behind me. traffic must have been really bad.

green light.
clutch.
first gear.
gas.
go.