~Lola~

As the train pulled away from NYC, heading to Ozark, I thought of the opportunities I had to express how I felt for Dante, but I couldn’t. The prom night, our dinner dates, on my 18th birthday, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’ve been told that no matter what, a girl shouldn't be too desperate. His mom told me I should never tell him. He would have to realize his feelings for me himself. Sadly, it took years, and I'm still counting. I chuckled because it never happened; it was all in my head. Dante and Lola's story was all in my head, and this is our goodbye....