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Columbus, ohio

Tonight I was sitting in the passenger seat of his old beat up car while he drove to my favorite fast food chicken finger place.
He started blasting Twenty One Pilots and rolled the windows down since we were lucky enough for a 65 degree December evening. He sang the words at the top of his lungs, and without hesitation I joined in, challenging his volume.

And you know what? A smile spread across my face as the wind blew through my now long hair and the beautiful boy sang next to me. For the first time, especially in a situation I’ve been in with you a thousand times, I didn’t think of you.

Well, maybe only a little. But only to be glad that it was him whose hand was resting on my thigh and not yours.