Two Princes

I was driving home from the wedding when Don’t Stop Believing came on. As I drove on through the desert, I remembered you. We were drunkenly singing along as we cruised down Santa Susana Pass, your hair dancing about your face as we looked at each other a little too long for friends. You came out of nowhere and sideswiped my heart; I wasn’t ready for the kind of women you were. It’s been years since we’ve talked and even longer since I’ve seen you. I really want to reach out again but you’re so happy now; we’d have nothing to talk about anymore. I miss you but I hope you’re happy. I think you chose the better prince, anyway.

~lt