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We were driving
down the interstate
in a downpour
listening to some oldies. 

You almost swerved off the road
when I said something sarcastic
and you looked over at me
with that familiar smirk.

And I wondered what you saw
when you stared into my eyes
as I clusily swept my hair

behind my ear.

You told me about your past
leaving no detail out
because you were thinking
I would be your future.

And I wanted the same,
but I was scared
of feeling something
that was foreign to me.

It's been a crazy ride
but I'm glad I'm on it with you,
holding your hand
through all the bumps and detours.