Consoling words in absent-minded drives to no where. . .

A gentle hold, a stroke on the back, a kiss to the forehead making sure she knows this will all be over soon and things will get better. . .

This is going to be the closest to love I'll ever be. I've known it for a while, but I have just been lying to myself. . .

I think I am more jaded than ever.

What do you think. . .?