"Thank you for understanding" she said, as she gently kissed my cheek. More like a mother than a lover.
Problem was, I didn't. Not really. The only thing I understood was how much it hurt that she didn't want me.
"It's late" she said. As though this explained everything. Put it all in perspective. Shone a light on it. Wrapped it up. Dotted the t's and crossed the fucking i's. "I'll drive you home".
So we drove with the radio on, sensing the awkwardness of the situation.