Minutes.

I sat in the front seat of that Innova. It wasn’t yours. But it reminded me.

Of the first time.

Driving around aimlessly.

Still a little shy and awkward. Still getting to know each other. Stealing glances when we thought the other wasn’t looking.

And being totally involved.

I drove past the roads that were ours. The places where we spent fleeting moments. A few minutes here and there.

Because that’s all we ever had time for. Minutes. But minutes that counted.

I sat in the front seat of that Innova. I let myself miss you. And I still do. A little bit everyday.

Maybe someday, we’ll have a minute again.

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