We walked Mission Street, a film reel of landmarked memories illuminated by each car's passing headlights. The donut shop, when our kisses still tasted like sugar. The cafe, where I got mad but he looked at me, childlike, with no socks and unbrushed teeth. The Jersey Mike’s, after he insisted real love could withstand anything, and I thought he meant ours. The realization hit: one street, barely a mile long. I wondered if this was as far as we would go. “Should I take you home?” he asked. My heart sat heavy. I wished we could walk this street forever.
Jasmine Desai is an aspiring writer and longtime lover girl living in California. She writes about all types of love, and occasionally heartbreak.