Sunday, June 15, 2008

turnpike romance

I look forward to every Sunday.
Not for the excessively long drive but for what or who i come across during the drive.

For about a month or so Exit 4 has become my getaway of sorts, a guaranteed smile, a flirtatious adventure. I drive a solid hour to get there. A solid hour to butterflies. I thought id never feel again. I thought my previous love had disabled my feelings leaving them burnt up and to never work again. This was wrong.
Every Sunday at the same time of day he is there. It is as if he is waiting for me to come and hand over my toll money. He is gorgeous but not of normal beauty an unconventional one. Dirty blond hair spiked in his own geeky style. Pure blue eyes hidden by his black framed glasses that lay on his larger sized nose. His smile, oh that crookedly beautiful smile. He speaks but only small talk. I cant expect anything more for the fact we are at a toll.
He drives me wild. I dont even know his name. The mystery of it all drives me crazy.
I drive away...
My mind races with thoughts that he produced. And now i look forward to the ride back. I come to the same toll not a half hour later to come back home. Again he is there. Now he somehow always seems to be on the southbound side this time as if he know im coming back and switches to see me once again. The butterflies are uncontainable and the smile on my face is undeniable. He tells me to enjoy the rest of my night and with that i wait... for another week to go by so i can drive to happiness once again.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hahaha I love this freakin entry!

L

Elle Vee said...

Thanks?!? in hopes that wasnt sarcastic...

Anonymous said...

I wasn't being sarcastic. It was a good read. I didn't expect the ending.

Lauren said...

Yea i wish it was a bit more dramatic with a happy ending or something but oh well