I love driving.

I went out a few times today; lunch with a friend, to get ice cream, rent a movie, walmart, dinner, spending most of the time in the car alone, driving while listening to music, and I can't say just how much I enjoyed that. You get to sort out your thoughts, but because you have to concentrate on the road, you're unable to get too deep into them - kind of hard to describe.

It's like your own little world, albeit small, but rather cozy in an indistinct sense. You can feel the slight bumps of the road, or the soft whisper of the wind rushing by outside. The scenery changes from the vast blue pacific ocean that spreads out around the sun drenched sand, tall palms and the handsome pier, to the gentle glow of lights on Main Street at night, the idyllic restaurants and thoughtful chime of the hourly bell. The mellow ballad flows through every inch of the car, accenting the placid mood suggested by the crescented moon and clear black sky.

Then I looked to my left, to the empty seat beside me, and I thought of how much I wanted to share those moments with you, and of those that we had shared; the many romantic and delightful escapades, sweeping from one end of the globe to another, from Disneyland to Mount Faber, from Santa Monica to the Fountain of Wealth, and so much more. And I smiled. I never was alone, was I? I always had the best company; the splendid memories, the best present anyone had ever given to me.

I'm moving on, slowly and carefully, for I don't want to lose all that you've taught and given me. The psychedelic experience of young love that we had cannot be forgotten, and neither will I make an attempt to erase it completely from my mind. You were once a congenial friend, then an affectionate lover, and now a distant memory. Distant, yet I know a small part of me will always love you.

You know you had not loved in vain, when you look back and all you see are the happy times. Thanks, darling baoya.



Did I mention how much I love driving?