Thinking back on past relationships, we often reminisce about that past. For me, there were many memories made in late night car rides and road trips. They say there's more fun in the journey than the destination, and sometimes I wonder what would happen if we had made it.

On the side of the road I saw a red 1989 Jeep Wrangler:

4 doors,

Vinyl seats,

and tinted windows.

I felt my heart slam on the breaks.

My neck craned over as I passed by wondering if I would see your hands gripping the steering wheel.

The way we met was like driving on an interstate,

fast

and with no brakes.

We were on cruise control.

I felt like I could go the distance with you,

but then we finally got into the city,

and before we could reach our final destination,

we hit rush-hour traffic.

Maybe I should blame timing,

or maybe the route we decided to take,

but things turned slow and unbearable.

We rode through moments of rage,

words were cut off,

I felt you drifting,

and it didn't take long for you to find the first exit you could.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you were to drive past me one day.

I wonder if I would turn around and follow you.

You would park on the shoulder,

laugh like you always do,

and get into the passenger seat of my car.

We could drive around endlessly talking about music and politics,

and how we think the universe was made.

Maybe I could park my car at the beach like I used to,

recline the seats,

and we can gaze at the stars through my moonroof.

Or maybe we would do what we usually do:

pretend that we didn't notice each other,

and continue driving

During this journey I have traveled to so many new places,

but sometimes I feel like a part of me was left on the side of the road when you decided that this road trip was too long for your liking.