Vacate the Premises.

It can happen in a glance.
Your body grows weak, and your mind wanders into the abyss of thoughts, of dreams. You peer through a dark tunnel that seemingly goes off into the distance with no end for the trajectory you inadvertently created for yourself. But you can also make out the shadowy figure waiting at the end of the confusion: destiny.
For days she watched in silence, afraid of making any sort of advance toward passion. For weeks she grew even more dependent on the momentary gazes occurring every so often, increasingly apparent to both mind and body. Heart palpitations were rapid and enduring, and thinking was beyond standard comprehension.
They met in the parking lot at dark, just as the note suggested. He walked to her car and carefully knocked on the window. It was too late to change her mind even if she wanted to at this point. So she let him in, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek, exclaiming how happy he was, in spite of every obstacle, she was with him at the moment. She assured him that she kept her promises, even on paper, even in haste.
The sun roof was down, revealing the phenomenon that is night: millions of striking stars filled the sky with hope, while the moon remained in a stage of primordial bliss, so as to not detract from the number of stars typically shielded by the overpowering light of a full harvest moon on an October evening.
He ran his fingers through her dark hair, making her laugh with every banter-embossed quip that gracefully flowed from his clever mouth. But the jocularity ceased when lips met, and eyes closed.
It was the time of sequestered passion to unleash and take stance in the form of intense kinetic energy, and she held nothing back. As the windows proceeded to frost, the heat consumed the lovers in a need for a rift in the silence. He promised her a thousand times that he could never stop loving her, and she tried not to hear him, knowing in a few hours he would walk away, and back into reality.
And that's how things proceeded for two years. Secrecy and ambiguity were constant, and as the love grew, so did the lies. But isn't that how it always goes? Love and lies are coexistant: a parasitic relationship at best.