We took road trips just to escape the city, the crowd, the noise and to be alone, just the both of us, not his friends and neither mine joined.
It was just the both of us together, listening to music while he drives along the long road, one arm on the steering wheel and the other holding my hand.
He would lean in and kiss me on the cheek, his lips felt very warm. He would turn up the volume of a song he really liked and would dedicate it to me just as he did when we first met.
I got to know him more than I can ever know him in the city, more than I can ever know him at home. If it were up to me I’d choose road trips everyday.