She hummed along gently to the song playing on her car's CD player as she drove down the back road. He sat in the passenger seat next to her, breathing deeply while sleeping. She looked over at him for a second and tried to imagine what he could possibly be dreaming of. But sadly, she couldn't. Then she realized she didn't care.



She didn't care what went on in his mind anymore. She thought she knew everything there was to possibly know. Her on and off best friend/boyfriend of 20 years, what more was there to find out about him? She knew everything about him from what size pants he wore to what his favorite memory in the world was. She thought she had solved every mystery in the person she loved and now there was nothing more to know… it wasn't enough. She needed more… she craved more.



She decided it was time to tell him these things… these emotions… these regrets. She slowly pulled over to the side of the road and shut the car off so only the radio was playing. He stirred in his seat feeling the car no longer moving and eventually woke up, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness that wasn't there when he fell asleep. He looked at her profile next to him, vaguely remembering how beautiful she used to seem in his eyes. She wasn't smiling tonight; he actually couldn't read her emotions. He couldn't tell if it was the darkness or the space that continued to grow between them that was causing him this inability.



"I was watching you while you were sleeping… and at first I couldn't help but notice how innocent you looked. But then when I tried to think of what you could possibly be dreaming of… and all I saw was black. Just nothingness. And I panicked and I couldn't imagine what was wrong with me. But then I thought about it and I realized that the reason I couldn't imagine your dream was because… I didn't care," she said, unable to look at him.



Those words hit his heart like a thousand daggers one by one. He looked at her and realized she was crying. If she didn't care, why was she crying?



"And I realized I know everything about you. No more mystery. Nothing left to be shocked about…" her voice started to shake as she got more and more upset with herself for actually speaking these words.



"You might be surprised, Jo," he said quietly, hoping the soft tone could calm her down. He hated to see her cry more than anything in the world. Just one tear caused his heart to break a million times over and it crushed him to know that these tears were somehow related to him.



She looked at him and shook her head. She was too stubborn to believe that there was possibly something she didn't know about this man she'd known for so long. She'd watched him grown up, seen him change, fallen in love with him, broken his heart, had her heart broken, slept with him, everything she thought there was to possibly know about a person. But when does anyone ever actually know everything about a person?



She looked at him, tears still streaming down her face. "I think even if I don't know everything about you… I've already let go of this… of us. It's over."



It hurt him to hear that but deep inside he knew she was right and he felt exactly the same way. He just nodded and quietly replied, "Yeah, you're right." There was nothing else he could possibly say. He wouldn't try to argue about what was still worth holding on for because he too had let go. It was definitely over.