to the man with the hair and the eyes and the plaid shirt who drove next to me from american fork to draper in the tan honda

let's do that every morning, yes?


and maybe one day, you'll follow me off 106th, and we can get coffee. and learn each others names.

and we can do that every morning, yes?

and maybe one day, we can meet for dinner. and learn each others laughs.

and we can do that every weekend, yes?

and maybe one day, you can take me home. and learn each others faces.

and we can do that every day, yes?

and maybe one day, we'll fall desperately in love. and learn each others lives. and we'll realize that we never want to stop learning about one another. and we'll talk about the small things. and we'll cry about the big things. and we'll laugh all the time.

and we can do that forever, yes?






or.. we can just play car-tag on the freeway.

whatever works for you.