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November 19, 2011
The lights from the street slide onto our laps and off again, providing brief glimpses of each other's faces before the car slips back into darkness. You are humming along to a song I don't know, and every once in a while, your eyes leave the road long enough to smile at me. Your hand holding mine feels like the gravity holding me to earth (though I'd never say so out loud. I have a reputation, you know.)

I don't know where we're going, but there is comfort in closing my eyes and letting you take me to somewhere new.