I miss those late night drives.
Always giving me a dose of butterflies and good vibes.
I miss the smell of his perfume on his jacket.
Warming up my cold hands in his pocket.
He taught how to let go of the safe and sound.
Those late night talks like we knew about the future.
I used to think our love story is like a Hollywood motion picture.
He made my heart burn for the city lights.
But he is more amazing than those beautiful sights.
