I miss those late night trips back from martinez, the familiar reflecting dots on the rode, and the long stretch that stemmed from your house. Just the trips themselves, i felt at ease, as i drove the swagger waggon with the windows down, and my dad asleep in the passenger seat. The wind whisking away any imperfections and tossing them out the window. I miss being able to wake up as a kid and realizing that i have tons of time before i became older and had real responsibilities.
It's time to count my blessings. and i'll start with you. Because without you, i would have been stuck in my little pity party, i wouldnt have come to realize so much. i wouldn't have found her.
Thank you.
I'll be back. Just maybe a little bit more grown up.
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