"I don't want you memorizing nonsense." He whispers to the night. "It's hard to get that out." I whisper back. "It's hard to stay awake. Don't ask the man that stands there what he means. Don't ask the girl to your right if she's ok, if she's comfortable." He is aware. "You agree that that plaid unbrella makes you happy? You agree that the green sweatshirt stings just as much as the blue? You see, everything I have to talk about is written down. You see everything I care about is whispered in your ear." I whisper in his ear. He listens sweetly with staggered eyes and distant hues. Our relationship is envied by the rotten girls residing in the corner. "Amanda, you're believing you're older than what you're not." A fallen laugh. We pretend we are something beautiful. We pretend the sky is not melting as we dance in the embers. "Who knows the real meaning of the word. Who can describe Dove without using the words White, Peace, Love." His voice slightly rising. "Politicians Opposed." I murmur. "You are right." He smiles. "I'll be a dove that passes by without a broken wing." My mumble. "Don't mend this broken wing." He pleas. "Broken heart." I agree. "Broken." We part and he dances back, staring at me with a dazed look caressing his eyes. I like it. I like it because I know he will never remember me. -Amanda