In another car, in another midnight.
My head aches, and the lights blur, but I’ve never been happier. It’s no surprise nothing feels the same, and that all those things that used to matter — they don’t anymore.
Your hands on the wheel are sure and steady. You smile out of the corner of my starry eyes. I wanted to give you a love letter right that second, but instead I laughed. I’m sure you thought it every bit as beautiful. You’re a strange one, that way.
I like riding those dark highways with you. The soft quiet of the world around us. The trees bleeding into one another. And you, ever watchful, breathing beside me — speaking sometimes, but not always.
This car, this midnight.
Nothing will ever feel the same again.