white ferrari hums beneath us, the road stretching endlessly ahead, but i know this is where it ends. your hand rests near mine, close enough to feel but not enough to hold, and i can’t bring myself to say what lingers in my throat. you deserve more than long drives and half-kept promises, more than a love that feels like chasing taillights in the dark. i see it in your eyes—the hope that i’ll turn back, that i’ll fight. but i can’t give you what you need, can’t be the one you deserve. so i press the gas, letting the silence fill the space between us, knowing that when i stop, you’ll walk away, and i’ll let you, because loving you means knowing when to let go. so i will wait for the better version of us.