may 4, 1990
i remember the spring sun on my face and the smell of wild roses on the breeze. it was a friday.
i watched the sun set by his side and as the last bits of golden light danced on the water’s surface, he took me inside, into his arms.
with the darkness, the rains came, and we had to leave. thunder and lightning followed as he drove me home that night. he held my hand in his as he drove too fast on the dark, country roads, singing along to the music that pounded through the speakers.
he drove like nothing else mattered, just us.
trying to keep up with the music, the car, the rain, our hearts raced.
and it was then, with him, in the darkness, that i felt truly alive.