Wondering about the way...
I like going out with someone I like. I like to get excited about spending time together. I like watching a movie in a big movie theater, and pulling up the armrest so I can get sooo close my date. I also like it when he puts his arm around me and shares his snacks. That means he likes me too.
I can't wait to do all of those things and we are on our way there. Traffic is... Gosh, I don't know. I'm totally distracted playing with my cell phone. I don't have to watch the road, I'm not driving. This is not typical. I usually watch the road when someone else is driving. It's a phobia. But I don't watch the road when he is driving. I guess because he doesn't drive like a lunatic (when I'm in the car). My mother would be so proud.
So many things to download... So much music for me to choose from... I'm looking up Yellowcard... Can I get a Yellowcard ring tone? Waiting, waiting- OH MY GOD WE ARE SLAMMING ON BRAKES SWERVING GRAY CHUNKS FLYING HIT THE WINDSHIELD WHAT IS GOING ON ACCIDENT EXIT THE FRONT OF THAT TRUCK IS FLAT! Breathe... Breathe... It doesn't matter the adrenaline is still moving and I look at him and he is going to be okay. And I am okay. We are safe. We were almost in an accident. We have taken an exit off the interstate. We are a little shaky. But we are okay... My mother would be so proud.
It was just a matter of seconds. Fractions of seconds. And instead of being in the middle of a pile up, we are cruising at 45 miles per hour down Jefferson Avenue. I am looking at him, and he's not just my date anymore, he's my hero. I feel all gooey inside... Maybe a little on the outside too. All I want to do is hug him and just hold him there. Because I'm safe. Because he's safe. Because he saved us from something that could have been anything from a great inconvenience to a great disaster. I feel a little shy for feeling so girly. I'll get over it.
We don't make it to the movie we wanted to see, but it doesn't matter. We see another movie that is much better. To a stranger's view, we looked maybe like your typical lovey-dovey couple. But I was holding on just a little tighter and I think he was too. Sometimes just the thought of what can be taken away from you, in only a matter of seconds, makes that which you have so much more precious.
I can't wait to do all of those things and we are on our way there. Traffic is... Gosh, I don't know. I'm totally distracted playing with my cell phone. I don't have to watch the road, I'm not driving. This is not typical. I usually watch the road when someone else is driving. It's a phobia. But I don't watch the road when he is driving. I guess because he doesn't drive like a lunatic (when I'm in the car). My mother would be so proud.
So many things to download... So much music for me to choose from... I'm looking up Yellowcard... Can I get a Yellowcard ring tone? Waiting, waiting- OH MY GOD WE ARE SLAMMING ON BRAKES SWERVING GRAY CHUNKS FLYING HIT THE WINDSHIELD WHAT IS GOING ON ACCIDENT EXIT THE FRONT OF THAT TRUCK IS FLAT! Breathe... Breathe... It doesn't matter the adrenaline is still moving and I look at him and he is going to be okay. And I am okay. We are safe. We were almost in an accident. We have taken an exit off the interstate. We are a little shaky. But we are okay... My mother would be so proud.
It was just a matter of seconds. Fractions of seconds. And instead of being in the middle of a pile up, we are cruising at 45 miles per hour down Jefferson Avenue. I am looking at him, and he's not just my date anymore, he's my hero. I feel all gooey inside... Maybe a little on the outside too. All I want to do is hug him and just hold him there. Because I'm safe. Because he's safe. Because he saved us from something that could have been anything from a great inconvenience to a great disaster. I feel a little shy for feeling so girly. I'll get over it.
We don't make it to the movie we wanted to see, but it doesn't matter. We see another movie that is much better. To a stranger's view, we looked maybe like your typical lovey-dovey couple. But I was holding on just a little tighter and I think he was too. Sometimes just the thought of what can be taken away from you, in only a matter of seconds, makes that which you have so much more precious.