“In the car, cruising around with you. And my baby, you know that I got you. Hit the road, I’m taking off with you. Not in a hurry, there’s something about you.”

This felt right. Cruising around the neighbourhood, with your boyfriend, Walker. You guys were driving around, windows down, yelling your favourite songs. He was steering with his left hand; his right hand was reached over to you, his fingers intertwined with yours. You had caught yourself staring at him multiple times, admiring how cute he looked when he focused on the road, admiring every little movement he made and just him in general. This? This felt perfect.

He would glance over at you ever so often, admiring the way your hair was so perfectly messy, the way the sun hit your face, your perfect imperfections, everything about you. He loved you, a lot.