July 22, 2006
right from the start...
the chronicles of betty.
it was a night, the air kind of felt like tonight. i remember, we were driving through the country. he was getting ready to leave for a while. we knew we would see each other again, but it was big. it was the only drive we ever took to the country. it was a beautiful night. the sky was mostly clear. cool and crisp. exactly. we didnt say much, just kept driving and driving. it was in that brown olds. i always loved that car. it felt like home. the seats felt perfect. i cant remember how long we drove for. but i remember, we were both eyeing the center of the front seats, in hopes to see the others hand stretched far enough to hold the others. then it happened. our hands touched. and my hand rested perfectly in his for the rest of the drive. that was a good moment.
