I couldn’t help myself from putting us in danger. How could I not, with a beautiful sight on my side. Of course I couldn’t keep my eyes on the road, I just had to take a side glance every now and then to admire her. Her short brown hair, that cute little nose, her sleepy eyes, I can always find a way to admire her. Though I don’t feel in danger when not looking at the road, only because it felt like time had stopped. The red light kept turning red, the car in front of me kept stepping on his brakes, the radio kept playing the same old song over and over again, it was bliss in its own way.
Every time I dropped her off I would hope that we could drive around her neighborhood, just to kill some time together. I didn’t care where we were going, as long as we were together I’d be satisfied. The long drives were bearable, even those God-damned traffic-jammed nights were bearable, enjoyable even. If I was alone I would already shouted a whole zoo inside the car and more. Though, when I’m with her, that anger just melts. It melts like a popsicle on a hot summer day.
It was a warm Sunday night. We were just getting back from a dinner date. It was a quiet drive, much like many other of our drives though I don’t dislike it. I always enjoyed silence. I thought to myself, I never did try to say something romantic, though I knew it wasn’t my specialty nor was it in anyway in-of-character for me. Though I just had something that I really wanted to say.
“Y’know…” I muttered out of nowhere.
“Yeah?”
“Sometimes… I hope that we… would take a wrong turn when driving, or maybe got... stuck… in a traffic jam or something,” I managed to say with some stutter.
“What? Why so?” she asked with a chuckle.
“…I don’t know, maybe cause I just wanna drive…. longer with you,” the words felt heavy. This was always a problem that I had. Honesty, feelings, and things similar to that, they were always too heavy to say. Though I’m glad I got to say it at least once, I’m glad I gathered the strength to say it out loud.
Her reaction was filled with silence. She only smiled then put her head on my shoulder. It was an awkward position when driving, but I like it nonetheless. Her soft hair still smelt of her usual shampoo. It smelt like any other girl’s shampoo but much more special. I’ve always hoped that we could stay like this forever, though I hadn’t the strength to say it then. Maybe next time.
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