Please Turn Red

Please turn red, another light means another minute, another kiss that I thought I'd miss -Andy Davis

Sitting in the white chevy truck, 16 year old girl, blonde hair blowing, windows down, music loud, with the most handsome boy next to me. His guitar picks on the dash, worn converse on the floor and amp in the bed, paradise was where I was. Our hands met in the middle as you stroked the top of my hand. You kept glancing my way, smiling as the sun hit your curls, floating as we flew down the road, making my heart do the same. Your lips mouthed "your so beautiful" and each time felt like the first time you spoke those three words... butterfly inducing.

We near a light, as I pray it turns red so I can keep this feeling lingering just a bit longer. The sun soaks on my tan skin yet creating goosebumps as you lean over and kiss me. Stomach feels like the 1st drop on a roller-coaster, the happiness of school letting out for the summer, the perfect combination of hot concrete and rain. Time flies as I am surrounded by your Irish Spring scent lingering on your arm as your hand cups my face. Your eyes opening, giving me one last kiss as you grab hold of the steering wheel as the light turns green. Where we are going, it doesn't matter. As long as I had you and red lights, I was in heaven.