we drove and drove and drove and drove...
I'm not sure when but it was sometime after we passed Liv's old house with the creaky front gate and that milkshake place in town you took me to after I failed my english exam (miserably), my eyes soon became heavy. The stop at the petrol station where you bought me a bottle of ice tea without me asking, heavier, the long stretch of an endless motorway, heavier, the curse words under your breath whilst we reach the M6 toll booth because you believe £3.80 is just daylight robbery, heavier, it wasn't until the sound of your voice softly singing along to the words of Ben Howard did I begin to fall asleep. You must of thought I was already sleeping because you'd never sing to me. I loved it when you sang. It's only when the warmth of the sunlight began to rest on my eyelids did I wake and just for a moment, maybe even half a minute I forgot where we were. The feel of the rushing breeze wrapping itself around me, smothering my skin, sending a cool sensation down my spin. The two lane black top road with a cluster of towering tress surrounding us, I tilted my head as far back as I could. I slowly breathed in the air I so much craved, holding the air at the top of my chest, this was a moment I didn't want to let go. With your thumbs drumming away at the steering wheel along with the rhythm of the radio, I just looked at you. Your hair being embraced by the wind, the sunlight reflecting your Iris, your eyes have never looked so blue....
"hey...kid"
you laughed. "you still calling me kid? can we just get this straight, i'm older than you by two years so rea--"
"yeah yeah yeah I know the speech...why do you like me?"
you sighed. "uh, come on babe"
"what?"
"do you really need to ask?"
"...please".
and that's the day you said words no other has ever said to me, words so pure, so meaningful that I'm not sure I could ever share with another. words too precious to the ears I'll keep them a secret, a secret for as long as I can. Once you were done you looked on, straight on at the two lane black top road whilst the car filled with silence. You brushed your eyes against your shoulder leaving your lashes moist and at that point silence meant the world to me. silence and the sound of Ben Howard. so we drove and drove and drove and drove....
