I sat there in the passenger seat, with chatter in the background, rolling down small town streets.
Cold wind blowing on my arms, with a secret under my tongue.
It caught in my throat like it always did when the feeling weld up in my eyes and heart.
This feeling I had felt before, in the company of others on other nights.
Riding shot gun with alex, racing down austin highways at sunset.
Back against the passengar door with Blane and Dylan, gazing at them with their heads thrown back mid laugh.
Boots clunking on the ground at the break of dawn, rustling into my cousins truck to that blared country music.
Sunlight glaring through the windows in new orleans, sharing every secret in my mind with a kindred spirit.
All secrets except one.
The same that weld up again as I rode passanger seat, with chatter in the background rolling down small town streets.
If I had more courage, I would have said that I could stay here forever.
That I wanted to freeze time with these people, who in that moment had my whole heart.
In their company I felt utterly complete and content, like I could trade in all my big dreams for a small town life, and time spent with them.
If I was brave, I would have turned down the radio and thanked them for being in my life, for bringing so much happiness to me in those moments.
But the song ended.
Another joke was told.
And we arrived at our destination.
We parted ways.
And I was left alone, in shock that those moments which felt infinite were now over.