there's something in the way you move

the combination of nighttime and driving alone and the route i was taking made me think. i thought back a bunch of years to summers when i was still living in my little city and you were living in yours. i would finish up whatever activity i had (often sports, sometimes family obligations or other friends) and jump in my car and rush to you. we would spend our time together and eventually i would get back in my little car, with much less enthusiasm, and drive home.

i drove fast there so i could see you for longer, i drove fast on the way home because it was 4 am and i started work in two and a half hours.

i hated that you were twenty minutes away and i couldn't spend more time with you. and this is after being separated by ten times that distance. twenty minutes all summer and two hours the rest of the year.

and that's what we did for two school years and two summers. and then the magical night when you proposed. i was still living at home but we stayed together that night. about a month later i moved in. and two months after that we were once again apart.

i spent more time in my car those three years than i have since. i bonded with that car. there are songs that will bring me back to those late night drives (races more like) when i was lonely or upset or excited but i was flying home to be with you.

and, as i found out last night, that need-to-get-there feeling doesn't go away just because we are no longer separated by distance. the car might have changed and i might have grown up a little but that doesn't mean that i won't come flying home to you.