The drive home.

As she was leaving the city with its marvelous lights behind, she let those caged thoughts loose.
It hurt so much, that easy friendship.
They had their past, the whole dating, breakup, friends, now fuck buddy thing.

She thought she was over it.
Then these thoughts came and invaded her happiness.
She could swallow them for a while.
With time though, they kept coming back up, a treacherous vomit of things left unsaid.

These wonderful visits, she glanced back in the review mirror, are over.

She knew what she was doing.
He knew what he was doing.
They continued to hurt each other, but never gave thought as to what could happen if they kept on that easy friendship.

Instead they were on and off.
Talking when they knew what they were doing, and knew what they wanted.
Then there was always a period of time before the next one happened.

From an outside perspective it was sickening.
She knew it.

As the glow from the city lights faded, so did that euphoric feeling in her heart.
The more she thought about things, the more hurt she became.

Finally, the barrier broke and the tears came.