He sits in the passenger seat as I drive home. It’s quiet and we sit beside one another and settle into the silence, resting our cheeks against its nonpretense. I am home when I’m with him. I look over at his profile and he has a slight smile as if he knows I’m looking at him, as if he’s thinking how nice this is. I reach my hand out to hold his and I realize that this isn’t the only car ride we’ve shared like this. There have been many. And there have been times he’s rested his hand on my shoulder without me knowing; there have been times he’s walked beside me and I’ve turned away, forgetting and dismissive. But there have also been times when I’ve turned towards him and peered into his eyes to see a love that makes me fall apart; there have been times we’ve laughed and twirled like gypsies dancing under the constellations. I look ahead as the sun makes its slow descent and the rumble of traffic fades into the distance. This feeling of forever love and friendship stretches out its arms, extending past the horizon into the beautiful unseen.
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