Thoughts from the passenger seat

I'll never forget the night of bright Espava lights and budding feelings, where I found myself falling in love from the passenger seat. Sacrificing my apprehensions for the promise of love. Isn't it so raw to be walking the line of possible disappointment with only your confidence and a few shreds of hope you cling to, to keep you going on track? But with love transposed through my finger tips I savor every kiss shes so willing to give me, just me, and in that fading beautiful night I was all she loved and she was all I loved, feelings that had not yet been divulged to my eagerly, ready and waiting ears.