we were listening to your favorite track as we crossed over the bridge on highway 1. we had never been this way before and excitement crept up as we took the road less traveled.
i clutched your hand as we ventured further and secretly wished that you would turn back before the world swallowed us whole.
“fuck, dont go any further. we havent been this far before and i dont think we can survive.”
these days i cross that same point over and over.
it lacks the same excitement and sexiness as it did the night we sang along to your beat up car stereo.
