today i’m driving back from seeing family, and i cannot help but to think of you.
i remember us driving around the lake, holding hands, not knowing where in the world we were going to end up. you rubbed my hand and i looked at you the whole time. that was one of my favorite days.
you took me out to lunch, to that mexican place we loved, and then off we went.
i remember driving back from the party and me thinking “tonight’s the night.” and it was, but i loved that night too.
we would always put on meaningful music while you drove and i loved you so much on those rides.
you never realize how much you’ll miss the little things once you’re separated, like the short drives around. i miss your little car, and the passenger seat that i occupied frequently. i miss you singing, and afterwards saying how bad you were.
this is what i miss the most.
(if you end up reading this, i love when you sing.)