As I drove off of the interstate that Friday, my world slowed to a halt for ten whole seconds. For the familiarity of these streetlights and this winding freeway jarred my whole body, leaving me breathless.
Three seasons last I had been beating down Regional Road 23 in the opposite direction, rushing towards that international flight which I swore would change me. You had called me as I headed towards the 401 that day, and I had almost whipped the Jetta right back around – but I didn’t. And in that moment I had lost you.
The leaves changed, my world turned, and you fell for someone else. Yet I returned, and on that fateful night you relented—so I was yours once more.