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.