I just love being with him on the journey home.
Sitting in the front passenger seat while he's driving.
My head on his left shoulder occasionally, for comfort.
It feels so serene, with him driving at a speed like an old man would.
I often wish for an endless road if it wasn't for my grumbling stomach.
How do i describe this feeling.
Joy comes from the simplest thing in life.
The best things in life aren't things.
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