Lincoln

I drive along the 57 South, and a couple miles before the freeway breaks off into the I-5 South, and the 22 East and 22 West; I exit off Lincoln and find myself driving towards the same place we sat in my car for hours with the seats reclined and allowed time to pass us by.

Now, as I drive I remember those memories and look back at how great they were.

Spontaneous and laughter filled adventures; you accepted all of me, and intently listened to my crazy stories as you had your share fair of your own.

Our glances lingered longer than they could've been to be just friends.

Driving with the top down and the wind in both of our hair, we blasted the music and let the night take us wherever our destination be.

Thank you for letting me get lost with you, even though Google Maps always led us safely back home.

Thank you for being my personal photographer when I asked for the off distance, cute Instagram worthy photos.

We showed each other our favorite spots and fondest memories and songs we related too.

It was the perfect beginning to a summer love.

But, if I've learned anything so far, it's best to not force things and just let whatever may be, be.

To many more beach trips along PCH, walking piers along the ocean's shore, and long meaningful glances.

Why Lincoln Ave, thank you.