I drove 40 minutes in the gray rain. The wheel felt cold in my hands.
Exit 57, 58, 59.
He took me to get coffee. I saw his hand shake as he reached for his, just as I saw it shake in the dusty summer air almost half a year ago.
We stood in the rain and he kissed me.
It was careful and loving and the way I had always imagined a kiss to feel.
He cupped my hand in his and I told him that I'm glad things are different.
Exit 48, 47, 46.
