Car Conversation

 "you could be more confident." a brief silence. a soundless moment to plan the words after. "not that you should, it's your decision and life, it doesn't have to be forced. but i do want you to know that your insecurities... it's definitely not something that i see on yourself."

another silence.

"to be honest, you are the one of some persons that i look up to." 

it was raining cats and dogs outside when I stepped out from the car. I don't remember what I said next, except something to lighten the mood, because the conversation was a little bit outside our charted territory, something we haven't indulged in if we're sober, and I was desperate to put it back in its place. This talk was something we won't do unless the world has become darker and slower in its pace. We used to talk a myriad of unsafe topics too but it was performed under liquid courage.

just before the sleep took me over, I stared at my chat room and texted, "thank you for your kind words."

but our dynamic has come back to its nuances; light-hearted, on-surface, not even platonic... just friendly. a friend who will be there for another friend, a friend who ask another out for trivial reasons. 

he responded with familiar manners, back to his unserious tone. but he was serious back then, and he was kind, and his words were wise, and that's enough for her to continue her dull life.