Driving down a dark road in the city;
cars pass you in the opposite direction;
cars follow you and you follow cars;
the windows down, cold air stings your face;
hot air warms your hands and legs;
his head rests on your leg;
your hand held tightly in his;
one hand on the steering wheel;
and feeling completely free.
There just isn't a way to describe how I felt tonight. It was amazing. Aaron and I went out to apply for jobs and I was really the only one applying (doesn't really matter, the few places I went to weren't hiring). I drove around the city and country, enjoying the nice night. Most of the past four hours were spent driving and sitting in the beat up truck, but that's fine with me, because I'm the happiest I've been in a while. Aaron makes me unbelieveably happy. Kisses on the cheek and forehead, his head resting in my lap, my hand resting on his chest, his hand held tight over mine. We're not dating, not even close, but it feels that way, and it's comforting to me. I guess this odd but satisfying relationship I have with Aaron is just what I've been looking for.
I can still feel the tires of the old, beat up truck rolling underneith me, and I love that. I never want to stop driving. I knew I would feel this way. Once I start, I don't want to stop. I could drive on forever, across the U.S. to the places I want to go, and never tire of driving. If for some reason Jess drops out of the road trip, I'm dragging Aaron along with me. There's a perfect balance of attention and silence between us and it's exactly what I want, in a really weird way. He knows exactly when to change the radio, and when I sing along with sappy love songs, he doesn't mind, he just listens.
This kind of turned into "The Reasons Why I Love Aaron" post, but that's okay. He's been my friend long enough, I can do it. We were scrounging up change to buy a pack of cigarettes and he made a hilarious joke. "Three dollars and ninety cents. We have just enough for a pack of smokes. But what about the kids, honey? What about they're needs? They need food ..." I was sitting in Wal Mart at the application machine thing and he's sitting on the floor next to me, saying all that with a really sincere look on his face. I cracked up laughing.
My back is starting to hurt, so I don't think I'm going to be sitting at the computer much longer. Toodles.
cars pass you in the opposite direction;
cars follow you and you follow cars;
the windows down, cold air stings your face;
hot air warms your hands and legs;
his head rests on your leg;
your hand held tightly in his;
one hand on the steering wheel;
and feeling completely free.
There just isn't a way to describe how I felt tonight. It was amazing. Aaron and I went out to apply for jobs and I was really the only one applying (doesn't really matter, the few places I went to weren't hiring). I drove around the city and country, enjoying the nice night. Most of the past four hours were spent driving and sitting in the beat up truck, but that's fine with me, because I'm the happiest I've been in a while. Aaron makes me unbelieveably happy. Kisses on the cheek and forehead, his head resting in my lap, my hand resting on his chest, his hand held tight over mine. We're not dating, not even close, but it feels that way, and it's comforting to me. I guess this odd but satisfying relationship I have with Aaron is just what I've been looking for.
I can still feel the tires of the old, beat up truck rolling underneith me, and I love that. I never want to stop driving. I knew I would feel this way. Once I start, I don't want to stop. I could drive on forever, across the U.S. to the places I want to go, and never tire of driving. If for some reason Jess drops out of the road trip, I'm dragging Aaron along with me. There's a perfect balance of attention and silence between us and it's exactly what I want, in a really weird way. He knows exactly when to change the radio, and when I sing along with sappy love songs, he doesn't mind, he just listens.
This kind of turned into "The Reasons Why I Love Aaron" post, but that's okay. He's been my friend long enough, I can do it. We were scrounging up change to buy a pack of cigarettes and he made a hilarious joke. "Three dollars and ninety cents. We have just enough for a pack of smokes. But what about the kids, honey? What about they're needs? They need food ..." I was sitting in Wal Mart at the application machine thing and he's sitting on the floor next to me, saying all that with a really sincere look on his face. I cracked up laughing.
My back is starting to hurt, so I don't think I'm going to be sitting at the computer much longer. Toodles.