Driving

I don’t know why, but I often fantasized about him sitting in the passenger seat while I was driving. Maybe it was because I was most lonely on the road, in a limbo between distractions. But it was more than that – I felt so mature whenever I was driving, and I wanted him to see that. I wanted him to see how casual I was, shifting gears so matter-of-factly, steering the wheel with one hand.

I just wanted to drive somewhere with him, it didn’t even matter where to. I wanted him to pick the songs and for us to talk about them.