We’re in the car and we’re driving, on a Tuesday night, and we’re 99,900 and 87 miles in. We stop for onion rings and sundaes. Keep driving. 99,900 and 3 miles. Stevie Nicks. 99,900 and 96 miles. Elton John. When we get to 99,900 and 99 miles, we hold hands, blast Melissa Etheridge and sing “LUCKY” at the top our lungs. There are too many reasons [we] found love in each other’s presence. There are too many moments that we are unbreakable. And in this moment, we are one family, constructing road as we go, burning bridges behind us, adding mileage like graceful aging, driving, in our [Subaru], towards moonlight.
15 year old, Noah St. John
