Paint me a heart
He grinned and said, “I will be waiting for you in my car. Nice song by the way.”
Confused by our sudden arrangement, I turned to see the song that was coming from my radio. It was the beginning of Temple of thought by Poets of the Fall. I smiled on the inside, but when I turned to look at him, he was gone.
Feeling somehow refreshed, I turned the music louder and started singing with it, as I drove off. My mind was searching the lyrics of the song for a hidden message. Like Thomas was telling me the sweet things that the voice was singing. Imagining that was the case, I enjoyed every note of the song, like I was hearing it for the first time, drumming on the wheel.
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