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If I was a romantic I’d tell you how I drive the long way home. I drive twists and turns through subdivisions to slowly get to the same fate I would have had I gone straight. I’d tell you that I do this in the hopes that when I pass your house, I can roll down my window just to hear your laugh.
But I am not romantic.
If I’m honest, I take the long way home to remind myself that you exist. I need to see the car in the driveway, the shadows through the kitchen window, the barking dog in the backyard.
I need proof of your existence because I’m beginning to doubt my own.